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Oct. 18th, 2019 09:06 amI got to my coffeeshop today and discovered that I'd been immortalized in chalk at my coffeeshop, Claddaugh Coffee. I knew they were doing this, as I agreed to pose for a picture for the artist, but it's another thing to see your face next to the menu. :-)
Picture: a fairly decent rendition of me in chalk. I am wedged between a coffee flower, the menu, and another regular, Jay.
I have to admit that I look better in chalk than I did at last night's meet-and-greet at Gaylaxicon, where, apparently, I forgot to comb my hair and mitigate my resting b*tch face:
Picture,: slumped Lyda who forgot to dress up or comb her hair, staring vaguely angrily in the direction of the camera.
Despite my expression, the meet-and-greet was quite fun. Gaylaxicon has some lovely guests this year, including Yoon Ha Lee (who was dead charming; I watched him sketch a bunch of people's pictures while waiting for the food to be served,) children's book author Michael Dahl, fashion icon Samantha Rei, and Gregory McGuire, the author of Wicked. There were a couple of other guests of honor at the meet-and-greet, but I didn't get a chance to talk to them much. It's kind of a star-studded line-up and I should probably have put in a little more effort to not look like a total bum.
To be fair to me, I had kind of a rough day... and I might have been a little hung over.
We had a guest over on Wednesday night, a dear old friend of Shawn's, whom we hadn't seen in ages. We ended up talking movies and books until nearly midnight. Nick had brought along ginger beer, which happens to be one of the few forms of alcohol I don't find absolutely gross. In fact, I quite like the taste of ginger beer. So, I had three-quarters of one.
Which was about one quarter too much, it turned out.
Yes, I really am that much of a lightweight. Look, I don't drink. At all. So, when I do, it hits me hard.
Then, because of COURSE, everything spiraled downward from there. Shawn and I woke up late because Mason was off for MEA weekend. Shawn shrugged it off as needed sleep since we'd been up late. She had PT later that morning, so the plan was to just chill until then. It was not how I wanted to start the morning, but it was fine. I started coffee and settled in with social media. Somewhere around nine-thirty AM, I got a call from Maplewood with the dreaded question, "Were you supposed to work today?" I honestly did not think I was scheduled. I told them, my calendar says next week, Thursday. They said, "Our calendar says today." And, you know what you don't argue with? The boss's calendar. I felt like death warmed over, but I threw on a nicer shirt (nicer than the one I wore to Gaylaxicon, as it happened!), grabbed my badge, and told them I could be there in twenty minutes, which would be just about ten o'clock. They agreed to shift my hours from nine to one, to ten to two.
I dropped Shawn off at her PT in downtown St. Paul super early and then shambled my way through a day at the library. I'd neglected to eat breakfast, so during my ten minute break I gobbled down some peanuts, and promptly broke a tooth on one of them. Luckily, it's in the back and only just chipped, so I didn't have to dash off to an emergency dental appointment on top of everything else, but it was just another nail in the coffin of the day.
I did, at least, find some new manga to read, including the latest tankoban of Blue Exorcist. And, something new called Her Sugar Life or something like that? It looks like maybe it's yuri? I'll be sure to report on it once I've read it.
Also on the plus side, the guy who I was replacing at the library had a very chill shift. So, I was on the big check-n machine (sometimes called the AMH or "the oven") and then shelving for the last three hours of my shift. Shelving at Maplewood is also fairly chill since they are often decently caught up there, so I even had time to do some shelf reading and thus put the comic books back into to decent shape.
But, I literally felt like something the cat dragged in all day.
As told Mason. "Let this be an abject lesson to you, son. Hangovers are the worst."
Picture: a fairly decent rendition of me in chalk. I am wedged between a coffee flower, the menu, and another regular, Jay.
I have to admit that I look better in chalk than I did at last night's meet-and-greet at Gaylaxicon, where, apparently, I forgot to comb my hair and mitigate my resting b*tch face:
Picture,: slumped Lyda who forgot to dress up or comb her hair, staring vaguely angrily in the direction of the camera.
Despite my expression, the meet-and-greet was quite fun. Gaylaxicon has some lovely guests this year, including Yoon Ha Lee (who was dead charming; I watched him sketch a bunch of people's pictures while waiting for the food to be served,) children's book author Michael Dahl, fashion icon Samantha Rei, and Gregory McGuire, the author of Wicked. There were a couple of other guests of honor at the meet-and-greet, but I didn't get a chance to talk to them much. It's kind of a star-studded line-up and I should probably have put in a little more effort to not look like a total bum.
To be fair to me, I had kind of a rough day... and I might have been a little hung over.
We had a guest over on Wednesday night, a dear old friend of Shawn's, whom we hadn't seen in ages. We ended up talking movies and books until nearly midnight. Nick had brought along ginger beer, which happens to be one of the few forms of alcohol I don't find absolutely gross. In fact, I quite like the taste of ginger beer. So, I had three-quarters of one.
Which was about one quarter too much, it turned out.
Yes, I really am that much of a lightweight. Look, I don't drink. At all. So, when I do, it hits me hard.
Then, because of COURSE, everything spiraled downward from there. Shawn and I woke up late because Mason was off for MEA weekend. Shawn shrugged it off as needed sleep since we'd been up late. She had PT later that morning, so the plan was to just chill until then. It was not how I wanted to start the morning, but it was fine. I started coffee and settled in with social media. Somewhere around nine-thirty AM, I got a call from Maplewood with the dreaded question, "Were you supposed to work today?" I honestly did not think I was scheduled. I told them, my calendar says next week, Thursday. They said, "Our calendar says today." And, you know what you don't argue with? The boss's calendar. I felt like death warmed over, but I threw on a nicer shirt (nicer than the one I wore to Gaylaxicon, as it happened!), grabbed my badge, and told them I could be there in twenty minutes, which would be just about ten o'clock. They agreed to shift my hours from nine to one, to ten to two.
I dropped Shawn off at her PT in downtown St. Paul super early and then shambled my way through a day at the library. I'd neglected to eat breakfast, so during my ten minute break I gobbled down some peanuts, and promptly broke a tooth on one of them. Luckily, it's in the back and only just chipped, so I didn't have to dash off to an emergency dental appointment on top of everything else, but it was just another nail in the coffin of the day.
I did, at least, find some new manga to read, including the latest tankoban of Blue Exorcist. And, something new called Her Sugar Life or something like that? It looks like maybe it's yuri? I'll be sure to report on it once I've read it.
Also on the plus side, the guy who I was replacing at the library had a very chill shift. So, I was on the big check-n machine (sometimes called the AMH or "the oven") and then shelving for the last three hours of my shift. Shelving at Maplewood is also fairly chill since they are often decently caught up there, so I even had time to do some shelf reading and thus put the comic books back into to decent shape.
But, I literally felt like something the cat dragged in all day.
As told Mason. "Let this be an abject lesson to you, son. Hangovers are the worst."
