As it turns out, I got through the proposal, the prologue (which used to be part of chapter 1, and now needs to have a good page and a half added to it, which won’t be fun at all, because it’s a rape scene), and chapter 1, before I went all out of whack. Partly a blood sugar crash—I hadn’t eaten lunch at lunchtime because I wasn’t hungry—and partly a reaction to the fact that I hate revising. :-)

Eventually darling Meglet arrived, and we chatted and then wandered out to the sewing room where Ken was helping someone else on a gown that needed alteration. We had started two cotehardies for Meg over a year ago, so we wanted to get back to work on those. The other person eventually left, and the rest of us wandered back inside, where I threw together a Reuben casserole.

After supper, we played Princes of Florence, which turned out to be a really fun game. The learning curve was reasonably quick, although as we played, strategy became more apparent. Not a super-long game, either. Definitely recommended. Anyone local who wants to play, drop me a line!

Cat came home as we were finishing up at about midnight, and we all ended up staying up until nearly 3 a.m. talking and being silly, which none of us intended. The 3 a.m. thing, that is. We always intend on silliness.

We finally rolled out of bed today, and Ken made bacon and eggs (with mufalleta mix, fresh tomato, green onions, and garlic), and then we forced ourselves out to the sewing room. We finished Meg’s purple cote, and moved ahead on her cream brocade one.

Now I want to make the Turkish for CP Prize this weekend. Ack ack ack.

After Meglet left, I got nothing done. The guy who we were going to the Rush concert with was supposed to meet us here at 5:30, and that wasn’t enough time for me to wrap my brain around anything useful. Ken and I ate hamburgers and watched some TV, and I puttered on the computer.

Then, when Brian did arrive, plans changed; he had to run an errand and pick someone up before we went to the Hollywood Bowl, so we agreed to meet there. Since we were ready to go already, Ken and I hopped on the bike and battled LA traffic (hideous—made me glad we were on the bike!) to go out to dinner before the concert. We found an Greek place that turned out to have iffy service but quite good food. I had an appetizer platter, essentially, and it was far more tasty food than I could eat, even with Ken’s help. He had a gyro platter and said it was good.

The concert was fun. We had nosebleed seats, which was a completely different experience for me (I realised that of the 7 Styx concerts I’ve seen this year, I’ve been front-row for 6 of them. One was GA and one I had a front-row ticket for. Heh heh heh.). The Hollywood Bowl has a great sound system, though so it was easily loud enough, although a little muddy because we were off to one side.

The ride home was much more pleasant: less traffic, of course, and the perfect riding temperature.

Then we curled up and watched a little TV, and now we’re very tired, so we’re off to bed. ‘Night!