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cosmolinguistMe every Friday: what a knackering week! I need some fun to recuperate and reward myself with!
Me every Sunday evening: I'm so shattered now, how am I supposed to go back to long days of lectures tomorrow?!
And this weekend I didn't even go to Brighouse Friday night/Saturday, or work on Sunday morning, two things that have usually helped fill up my weekends this semester.
I did get to do Very Little Indeed when I got home from uni on Friday afternoon, which I relished after getting used to rushing for Manchester-Huddersfield trains that are still like as not standing-room-only. But then I was out again, though at least on a simple bus into town, becausediffrentcolours, haggis and I had tickets that night to see Burgerz at the Royal Exchange, a one-person show that managed to be funny as well as harrowing and intense on the subject of transphobia. We then drank vast quantities of booze nearby (Sandinista loses points with me by having gendered toilets where the genders seemed to be labeled only in Spanish: by the time I found them I needed a wee enough that I considered myself lucky that the first one I found said "mujeres" on the door but even if I hadn't known what that meant I'd have probably barged in there anyway) and I got home pretty late.
Saturday morning I again couldn't make myself do anything until lunchtime, when I finally made some porridge for breakfast and got dressed, because Stuart had asked if I wanted to come over earlier than I'd need to to help him get his drums in the car (his frozen shoulder is better but still not great) to help him tune the drums.
I was of course delighted to, as I'm utterly bereft of mechanical skills but like learning them, and he'd just found a clever new technique on YouTube for tuning them quickly and easily so we did that. It did depend on being able to see, though, so between that and my noviceness Stuart had to re-tune both of the drums he asked me to tune, haha. But he insisted on telling me that mine was a good first effort and I know he wouldn't say that if he didn't mean it, so that was nice. And I had fun, even if I was "helping" in the way toddlers help make cakes by in fact making a mess of the kitchen and eating the cake batter.
We got to the gig: lot of stairs to schlep all the gear up, there was no PA so Stuart had to drive home and get his and surreptitiously be the sound engineer as much as he could through the six acts of this charity gig (well five since he was playing drums in the last one). The band leader asked me if I'd sell the merch and even gave me a fiver for my efforts. I had a few more pints, meaning this weekend's booze intake outstrips some months' I think.
We finally got out of here just as the security were getting grumpy about how the pub should be closed by now, Stuart miraculously managed to get two car trips' worth of stuff (the drums and the PA speakers) into his little Micra while still leaving room for the two of us, we got it all back into his house and it was 1:30 before we were in bed.
I woke up about ten but luxuriated in having no dog to let out by staying in bed until it was time to go to Bi Coffee. Chatted a lot to one new person because he's also partially sighted (and my usually-high estimation of the staff at that coffee shop went down when I saw they were doing "helpful" stuff like saying "this way" and "follow me" and moving chairs out of his way but then not telling him they'd done so so that he still expected them to be in their usual places and took time and spoons on feeling for them completely unnecessarily).
I left early to go to this year's Trans Day of Remembrance event (the day itself will be Tuesday but the vigil is always on a weekend if I remember correctly). Three hundred and sixty-seven names this year. "You were known to us," the speaker said when the list was finished.
I went with a friend and met some of his friends, which turned out to come in handy when a probably-drunk guy started yelling at me as soon as the speeches started, got shushed by a bunch of us who wanted to listen to them instead of him, grabbed my arm and blew out the little candle I was holding. I don't think he set out to be transphobic in particular, he was just an entitled asshole angry that I didn't want to talk to him, but I was still glad he'd managed to pick a cis person out of the assembly because as long as he was hassling me he wasn't picking on anybody more closely affected by the cause we were gathered there for. Like an in-person version of the times I go on twitter to waste TERFs' time so they don't spend it abusing trans people. My candle was quickly re-lit, a man in the friends-of-friends group pointedly moved between the asshole and me, and I had the offer of a hug, which was sweet, even though I didn't want a hug right then because I was too angry at that guy. Didn't see him after that, and there was no further disruption, so I hope he got dealt with. People were checking our bags as we came in to the park so I presume they were also doing other security-type things.
And then I came home; no Doctor Who (live, anyway) for me this week. Stuart was too tired and as I said up at the top, I'm still wondering how I'm going to start in on another week at uni after all this!
I wouldn't want my weekends any other way but I could do with another weekend after them to recover.
Me every Sunday evening: I'm so shattered now, how am I supposed to go back to long days of lectures tomorrow?!
And this weekend I didn't even go to Brighouse Friday night/Saturday, or work on Sunday morning, two things that have usually helped fill up my weekends this semester.
I did get to do Very Little Indeed when I got home from uni on Friday afternoon, which I relished after getting used to rushing for Manchester-Huddersfield trains that are still like as not standing-room-only. But then I was out again, though at least on a simple bus into town, because
diffrentcolours, haggis and I had tickets that night to see Burgerz at the Royal Exchange, a one-person show that managed to be funny as well as harrowing and intense on the subject of transphobia. We then drank vast quantities of booze nearby (Sandinista loses points with me by having gendered toilets where the genders seemed to be labeled only in Spanish: by the time I found them I needed a wee enough that I considered myself lucky that the first one I found said "mujeres" on the door but even if I hadn't known what that meant I'd have probably barged in there anyway) and I got home pretty late.Saturday morning I again couldn't make myself do anything until lunchtime, when I finally made some porridge for breakfast and got dressed, because Stuart had asked if I wanted to come over earlier than I'd need to to help him get his drums in the car (his frozen shoulder is better but still not great) to help him tune the drums.
I was of course delighted to, as I'm utterly bereft of mechanical skills but like learning them, and he'd just found a clever new technique on YouTube for tuning them quickly and easily so we did that. It did depend on being able to see, though, so between that and my noviceness Stuart had to re-tune both of the drums he asked me to tune, haha. But he insisted on telling me that mine was a good first effort and I know he wouldn't say that if he didn't mean it, so that was nice. And I had fun, even if I was "helping" in the way toddlers help make cakes by in fact making a mess of the kitchen and eating the cake batter.
We got to the gig: lot of stairs to schlep all the gear up, there was no PA so Stuart had to drive home and get his and surreptitiously be the sound engineer as much as he could through the six acts of this charity gig (well five since he was playing drums in the last one). The band leader asked me if I'd sell the merch and even gave me a fiver for my efforts. I had a few more pints, meaning this weekend's booze intake outstrips some months' I think.
We finally got out of here just as the security were getting grumpy about how the pub should be closed by now, Stuart miraculously managed to get two car trips' worth of stuff (the drums and the PA speakers) into his little Micra while still leaving room for the two of us, we got it all back into his house and it was 1:30 before we were in bed.
I woke up about ten but luxuriated in having no dog to let out by staying in bed until it was time to go to Bi Coffee. Chatted a lot to one new person because he's also partially sighted (and my usually-high estimation of the staff at that coffee shop went down when I saw they were doing "helpful" stuff like saying "this way" and "follow me" and moving chairs out of his way but then not telling him they'd done so so that he still expected them to be in their usual places and took time and spoons on feeling for them completely unnecessarily).
I left early to go to this year's Trans Day of Remembrance event (the day itself will be Tuesday but the vigil is always on a weekend if I remember correctly). Three hundred and sixty-seven names this year. "You were known to us," the speaker said when the list was finished.
I went with a friend and met some of his friends, which turned out to come in handy when a probably-drunk guy started yelling at me as soon as the speeches started, got shushed by a bunch of us who wanted to listen to them instead of him, grabbed my arm and blew out the little candle I was holding. I don't think he set out to be transphobic in particular, he was just an entitled asshole angry that I didn't want to talk to him, but I was still glad he'd managed to pick a cis person out of the assembly because as long as he was hassling me he wasn't picking on anybody more closely affected by the cause we were gathered there for. Like an in-person version of the times I go on twitter to waste TERFs' time so they don't spend it abusing trans people. My candle was quickly re-lit, a man in the friends-of-friends group pointedly moved between the asshole and me, and I had the offer of a hug, which was sweet, even though I didn't want a hug right then because I was too angry at that guy. Didn't see him after that, and there was no further disruption, so I hope he got dealt with. People were checking our bags as we came in to the park so I presume they were also doing other security-type things.
And then I came home; no Doctor Who (live, anyway) for me this week. Stuart was too tired and as I said up at the top, I'm still wondering how I'm going to start in on another week at uni after all this!
I wouldn't want my weekends any other way but I could do with another weekend after them to recover.
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Date: 2018-11-18 11:22 pm (UTC)Best wishes with your long lecture days.
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Date: 2018-11-24 12:26 pm (UTC)Good luck with uni!