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Frigid Fourth
Jul. 5th, 2004 02:49 amJust got back from watching the fireworks out at the Berkeley Marina with Various Folks. I was kinda surprised at how cold and overcast it was this late in the season, and I think the technicians hadn't planned for it either as a lot of the fireworks went off above the clouds and were visible to us only as diffused flashes of green or white, but overall the display was still pretty nice. Fireworks, however, are one of those things I just can't manage to be as impressed by any more as I used to be, and this saddens me considerably. Just because I've grown able to appreciate more sophisticated enjoyments, why should the simple ones lose their charm?
It's interesting how much my mood can change over the course of an evening, though. As we walked out to the marina and for quite a while after we'd staked out our spot on the grass, I just wasn't able to get warm (I really should have brought more than one sweater), and being too hot or too cold tends to make me cranky (though apparently crankiness does not interfere with my ability to hold my own in a pun war). But somehow, right before the fireworks started I found myself in a much better frame of mind. Perhaps it was because the surprisingly good hot chocolate I'd managed to get ahold of had warmed me up a teeny bit--or perhaps the swig of mead![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chrisfs doled out played more of a role in the warming-up. Or maybe it played a role in the cheering without even needing to play a role in the warming. It sounds kinda silly to think that one gulp of alcohol would have a noticeable effect on my mood, but I don't think it's utterly impossible as I do have an awfully low tolerance. At any rate, I mellowed out enough that even the small children screaming (and screaming and screaming) a few yards away didn't manage to piss me off terribly.
Further cheering occurred on the way back; any car ride that involves singing "Hare Krishna" to every tune you can think of is a good car ride. What with that andfyfer's much-appreciated sharing of her cryptic crosswords (I've been missing Frank Lewis's puzzles terribly, but not quite enough to make room in my budget for a subscription to The Nation), I was in a good enough mood not to mind when I missed the last train home by about a minute and had to walk a mile across Berkeley. If anything, I rather enjoyed it, and it's been a while since I enjoyed long walks. The weather around here makes it difficult to be properly dressed for them, but tonight my one sweater was apparently just perfect once I was moving briskly through a part of town that wasn't catching the wind off the bay. And I'm glad I got the exercise.
Now I must sleep. Tomorrow I have an early shrink appointment, and then a date that ought to be Much Fun.
It's interesting how much my mood can change over the course of an evening, though. As we walked out to the marina and for quite a while after we'd staked out our spot on the grass, I just wasn't able to get warm (I really should have brought more than one sweater), and being too hot or too cold tends to make me cranky (though apparently crankiness does not interfere with my ability to hold my own in a pun war). But somehow, right before the fireworks started I found myself in a much better frame of mind. Perhaps it was because the surprisingly good hot chocolate I'd managed to get ahold of had warmed me up a teeny bit--or perhaps the swig of mead
chrisfs doled out played more of a role in the warming-up. Or maybe it played a role in the cheering without even needing to play a role in the warming. It sounds kinda silly to think that one gulp of alcohol would have a noticeable effect on my mood, but I don't think it's utterly impossible as I do have an awfully low tolerance. At any rate, I mellowed out enough that even the small children screaming (and screaming and screaming) a few yards away didn't manage to piss me off terribly.Further cheering occurred on the way back; any car ride that involves singing "Hare Krishna" to every tune you can think of is a good car ride. What with that and
fyfer's much-appreciated sharing of her cryptic crosswords (I've been missing Frank Lewis's puzzles terribly, but not quite enough to make room in my budget for a subscription to The Nation), I was in a good enough mood not to mind when I missed the last train home by about a minute and had to walk a mile across Berkeley. If anything, I rather enjoyed it, and it's been a while since I enjoyed long walks. The weather around here makes it difficult to be properly dressed for them, but tonight my one sweater was apparently just perfect once I was moving briskly through a part of town that wasn't catching the wind off the bay. And I'm glad I got the exercise.Now I must sleep. Tomorrow I have an early shrink appointment, and then a date that ought to be Much Fun.
