I dreamt that I was in downtown Boston and stopped by to see
alabastard. It turned out he owned half of a two hundred year old building, and when I got inside, I was pretty astonished at the opulence and the fine furnishings. The main floor had a high ceiling, but the upper floor had a twenty foot high ceiling with skylights made from stained glass, which meant everything in the room had unusual coloring because of the sun filtering through. There were lots of plants hanging from these elaborate wrought metal plant hangers that were hanging from the ceiling from these gorgeous handmade chains. There were several people sitting around and chatting, and I came into the room and sat down next to
alabastardragon, who was quietly writing something in some sort of handmade journal with really beautiful paper. Alabastard was there and he showed me the rest of the room, and it turned out that right in the middle of it there was an invisible line and if you crossed it, you were in the next door neighbor's house. And sure enough, there were a few people on the couch there on the "other side," and they glared daggers at me.
We went out on the balcony, which was carved out of stone, as was the whole front of his building, and suddenly it was night and he was explaining the historical significance of the neighborhood and why he prefers to live there. It really was a gorgeous building, with high arches and lots of stonework, and a Middle Eastern look.
Brain, what is going on? Are you sad about not going to cons? I think that's it. I want to hang around HP people again, lol.
We went out on the balcony, which was carved out of stone, as was the whole front of his building, and suddenly it was night and he was explaining the historical significance of the neighborhood and why he prefers to live there. It really was a gorgeous building, with high arches and lots of stonework, and a Middle Eastern look.
Brain, what is going on? Are you sad about not going to cons? I think that's it. I want to hang around HP people again, lol.
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Date: 2010-08-31 01:44 am (UTC)You know, there's an easy way to fix that...*lures you to next HP con*
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Date: 2010-08-31 01:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-31 02:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-31 02:22 am (UTC)Funny this, but we're ditching the big old house to try the luxury condo life in the gorgeous city of Salem ... tired of the constant maintenance and cost without tenants, though if this house was as gorgeous as you describe it, I sure would be staying, $800 winter utility bills and all...
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Date: 2010-08-31 02:32 am (UTC)And wow--I'm surprised that you're ditching the house! But then again, the maintenance is a killer, and holy HELL--$800?!! That's absolutely horrifying! I would definitely be considering a condo, yes.
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Date: 2010-08-31 02:44 am (UTC)I am just tired of constantly maintaining the place, and the harsh winters here with all the shoveling. Yep, that's the typical utility bill every month from December to March, the place is big, but I am ready to downsize, we have way too much stuff, and the place we like looks much like a Disney resort hotel, and something tells me we're going to like it. I even bought a folding bicycle as we're very close to both the train and ferry into Boston, so I'll save the poor overworked car ;-)
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Date: 2010-08-31 03:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-31 09:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-31 02:30 am (UTC)I miss my con peeps, definitely. We really need to hang out!!
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Date: 2010-09-01 02:31 am (UTC)You could always come up to Toronto; there are hordes of us up here and I know M would put you up. *tempts*
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Date: 2010-09-01 01:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-28 04:38 am (UTC)*HUGS*
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Date: 2010-10-28 11:27 pm (UTC)