First, CLCWWW† went to the MiniDoctor last week (as y'all know if you've been paying attention) and got a clean bill of health. And a bath. Look how pretty!
I know it's not really news, but it does give me a chance to post another glamour shot of my babycar.
[SUMMARY: Yeah, yeah, we know you have a Mini Cooper, Marin...]
Friday night was mild mayhem, starting with lunch‡ with Kelley, drinks with Kelley, more drinks with Kelley, pedicure and drink§ with Annie, drinks with Annie and a stupid, stupid round of waiting for a boy at Favourite Bar.¶
Saturday was perhaps a little more sensible, at least on the outset, as the Drunken Knitters (DK Nation represennnnnt!) took off for a field trip to the Bucksnort Saloon in scenic Sphinx Park, Colorado (yeah, none of us had ever heard of it# either and some of us have lived here for 30 years.)
You can see a picture of the four of us at Red's blog.^ A nice man was taking the group pictures for us and I didn't see a lot of point in making him spend his whole afternoon with our cameras. So I'll just crib off Red for the group shot, and this is what I got:
The menu
It was Worldwide Knit in Public Day, which, as Drunken Knitters, we pretty much call "Saturday." Anyway, gorgeous drive,†† OUTSTANDING (yes, I'm shouting. Trust Marin.) burgers, great bar, making bikers with braided beards stare at us.
Red with the menu
Sarah, Genius Knitter with funny part of the menu
Kathryn, camera shy Bag Lady, is off to my left. The Bucksnort was her idea. It was a good one. We're going back.
[SUMMARY: KIP, KIB. Check.]
After that, I had a family birthday party in Aurora. Oh, not my family, per se. Sometimes it's nice to be family with a family not your family.
Mick (you may remember Mick from poker night) and Tommy, his nephew
Laurie, ringleader of the Suburban Sedation Crew and Liam
Matt and Liam
Carrie and Liam
I imagine you're sensing a Liam theme right about now. Not only is he a frightfully cute little chunk of baby goodness, but he spent all day going from adoring adult to adoring adult. It was hard to get a picture *without* Liam.
*ahem*
Unless, of course, it had Tommy.
Now, I've known Tommy all but his whole life, so I'm not allowed to think of him this way, but there's no reason you shouldn't:
Unless, of course, it had Tommy.
Now, I've known Tommy all but his whole life, so I'm not allowed to think of him this way, but there's no reason you shouldn't:
Smart Firefighter Hockey Player. With ink.
Wipe the drool, change your panties and let's talk knitting.
[SUMMARY: *gurgle*]
Guess what I finished? Yep, it's the FO to conquer all the freakin' FOs.
Stupid Blanket is DONE.
Stupid Blanket it stunning. It's lovely and once I washed it, it went all soft and drapey and... *sigh*
I'm going to miss fondling Stupid Blanket.
Damn. I forgot the wine bottle for scale.
Stupid Blanket:
Pattern: linen stitch... 40 acres of linen stitch (body) and Two Leaves from Nicki Epstein's Knitting On the Edge (border)
Needles: Addi Turbo, US9
And here are some close-ups for the knit geeks who like this sort of thing:
40 acres of linen stitch, redux
Back of linen stitch
Edge[SUMMARY: na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey hey hey, goodbye...]
Ah, just in time to start Stupid Blanket II, the Sequel.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Cutest Little Car in the Whole Wide World
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): I'm using the term "night" a little loosely here.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): At the Brown Palace. You remember the Brown Palace, don't you? The nice pedicurists asked if we wanted a cocktail and, of course, we did, so we ordered cosmos and a man in a tuxedo with a snowy white napkin draped over his arm brought them [new best friend!] on a silver tray with a rose in a bud vase in between them. He set the drinks down on the arms of our massaging pedicure chairs, then placed the rose between us and left. His shoes were *really* shiny.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Not The Boy, just another boy, one who called me at 1:00 in the morning Wednesday for a booty call. Unfortunately, I'm not too sharp when you wake me, so I didn't even realise that's what it was until about five minutes after we hung up the phone. Then I was all hot and bothered and couldn't sleep for awhile. He said he'd look for me Friday night at Favourite Bar. He didn't find me. Sometimes there just aren't enough C batteries in the world.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Sphinx Park, I mean. Everybody's heard of The Bucksnort.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): It should be noted, particularly since Red just called so I wouldn't have to wait all day to envy to the ends of the earth her new DPN case, that my Green Gables is SOOOOO much farther along than hers.
††FOOTNOTE (doublee-crossedd): Did I mention green?
Does anybody know why Blogger does this weird-ass thing with photos that makes the spacing on my posts (probably everybody else's too) all wonky? Is there any way to avoid it?
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