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1. How many languages do you speak?

English. Pretty fluent in Spanish. Can get by in French. Used to be fluent in Japanese but I've forgotten so much. I'm currently working to relearn it. Learning Mandarin Chinese right now (I've finished the Duolingo course and am now taking in person classes). And I'm doing Duolingo Swedish at the moment because I'm going to Sweden IN TWO WEEKS OMG. I've also taken a semester of Russian and three semesters of New Testament Greek (I've forgotten almost all of both of those).

So that's a list of eight, but I'll say I can speak four.

2. What is your mother tongue?

English.

3. What is a language that you would like to learn and why?

Other than the ones I am actively working on? Bosnian, because there are so many Bosnian immigrants in my city and I'd like to be able to communicate with my neighbors.

4. Does it bother you when people speak a language you don't know in front of you? Why or why not?

Nope. Not everything is about me or even any of my business.

5. Speak to me.

SWEDEN in less than two weeks! I'm going to meet up with my girlfriend Christine that I haven't seen in a year, and haven't seen very often for the last five years before that. She and her husband moved to Europe six years ago. They live in Latvia, and I was planning to visit her there this past summer, but due to Covid and the war in Ukraine, it didn't seem like a good idea. I was all disappointed that I wouldn't get to see her, until I woke up one day thinking, "Why don't we meet up somewhere else in Europe?" I suggested that to her, she suggested we go to this tiny town north of the Arctic Circle in hopes of seeing the aurora borealis, and that's what we're doing.
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In the interest of actually posting content in this journal, I subscribed to [community profile] thefridayfive. Here's my first set of answers.

1. Where did you go the last time you took an airplane ride?

Reykjavik and Berlin. Well, I mean, technically, my last plane ride was the Newark-Chicago connection on our return from Berlin, and while that's a slightly interesting story it wasn't a particularly cool destination.

Tammie, Rosa and I went to Germany to visit my girlfriend Christine and her husband Rob, with whom Tammie and I both also have some kind of sexy-times relationship. And Tammie and Christine may also have something someday...there was a very nice four-way evening in Berlin before we left. But.

Anyway, when planning the trip, we found that WOW Airlines was the cheapest option to get to Europe, even including having to get to Newark...and they offer a free layover in Reykjavik. So we did that as well, and it was lovely. For a cheap you-pay-for-all-the-extras airline, the service is very pleasant.

2. Are you a nervous flyer or a comfortable flyer?

I'm pretty comfortable. I have flown many many times and I'm very used to it.

3. Window seat or aisle seat?

Aisle, usually. I have very long legs and like to stretch them once in a while.

4. What is the worst experience you've had flying?

That afore-mentioned return flight from Newark, but that was because we missed the connection due to a delay at the other end and slow customs agents. We were technically there before it left, but the airline had already closed the flight. We had to rebook a super early morning flight and stay overnight at an airport hotel.

The worst flight was probably Jet Blue to Atlanta for DragonCon 2007. It was super delayed, we sat on the tarmac for hours before leaving and were not allowed to move around, and Chris was flying with us. He's a big dude, so I was very cramped in my seat. And then the flight itself was plagued with turbulence.

5. What is the best experience you've had flying?

Ray and I arrived very last minute for a flight from London to the US, were hustled through the first-class passport line and gate check line, and on top of that we were upgraded to business class. Lovely comfortable flight, good food. I think I slept on that plane for maybe the only time ever.
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It's early afternoon on my Monday work-from-home day, and I keep thinking, "Rosa's bus should be here any time now." And it will, except Rosa will not be on it. She's in Washington DC today (left yesterday, gone til Friday morning). D'oh. And here I had been thinking I was doing so well with having sent my kid off on a weeklong adventure without any parents or even grandparents!

Yesterday when they left, a lot of moms were sniffly and teary-eyed. I wasn't, and I'm still not, but I'm not used to the idea that my afternoon won't have a kid in it.

She texted safe arrival this morning, and I expect a call this evening sometime. I'm sure she is having a fantastic time already.
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For my birthday, my lovely loves got us tickets to a stage production of Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman's TV miniseries/novel (now also available in a graphic novel adaptation). In Chicago!

Saturday was the day of the show, and we made a weekend of it.

Friday
Friday just after noon we left STL, foster kitty in tow, for Chicago. Kitty was not too thrilled to be travelling, but she calmed down about halfway there. We planned to meet my parents at 7 at a restaurant that Tammie used to frequent when she lived in Chicago, The Lucky Platter in Evanston. Mom & Dad came down from Wisconsin and spent their day at the Shedd Aquarium and then drove to the restaurant. I got a call at 6 to say they were there...

"Yikes, that's early! We did say seven...and it looks like we may be late, traffic is being very ugly."

"We brought books, we'll just sit here and wait."

Traffic on I-55 northbound was horrific from south of Joliet all the way in. Our directions would have had us going north on Lake Shore Drive, but we bailed at I-294 after it took almost an hour to travel 20 miles. We finally arrived at Evanston about 7:10.

Meanwhile Mom had visited the Lucky Platter and felt that it was not passable for Dad's wheelchair. (They actually do have a ramp, it turns out, it's just you have to ring for someone to bring it out.) They suggested a different restaurant around the corner, the Firehouse Grill. Dinner was delicious prime rib for everybody except Chris (and the cat, who had to suffice herself with kibble in the van).

After dinner, the cat transfer was made, and Mom and Dad headed home. C&T and I went to our hotel, the Holiday Inn in Skokie. Our passage to the lobby was briefly impeded by an Indian wedding party. In fact we saw Indian wedding parties no less than five times over the two-and-a-half days; in one case a musical number broke out in the parking lot (saluting the bride and groom into their limo or something like that, maybe?) I don't know whether these were all different weddings or the same one, but the saris were lovely.

Saturday
Saturday morning we went back to the Lucky Platter for breakfast. Delicious! Amusing kitsch and found-art decor (sculptures made of tin cans, chandeliers made of colanders, aluminum foil balls making a pattern on the ceiling...). The most surprising thing was the Gingered Fruit side dish: strawberries, green and red grapes, and pineapple all in ginger syrup with chopped red onions and fresh cilantro. It was amazingly good.

Colandelier


Then Tammie and I walked (and Chris drove) to the Close Knit yarn shop location from the Windy City Knitting Guild website. Along the way, we saw this sculpture in a park. Beyond it, a couple were taking pictures of small animals: guinea pigs! The piggies escaped a couple of times and had to be chased. By the way guinea pigs can lollop surprisingly fast, in case you were wondering.

Sculpchairs


Close Knit's space was deserted; I called their phone number and got a recording with a new address and directions (back to the main street we'd walked up and two blocks further north). On looking around a bit we did also find a small sign in the shop window next door with the new address. Waited for Chris to catch up and then walked the remaining few blocks to the new location. Found a ball of the Kidsilk Night color Macbeth (deep purple) that I had wanted but couldn't get when I was making the Eerie, so even though it was only one ball I bought it. And some other stuff of course.

After that we went back to the hotel to get ready for the show. Our plan had been to wear corsets and jeans, but it didn't entirely work out. Tammie decided to wear her steampunk vest and gaiters, while I wore her corset instead of mine. Chris wore his tux.

Arrived at the theater's parking lot just in time for the last shuttle (it was about 1/2 mile away) and got to our seats just as the show was about to start.

Neverwhere, the stage production
IT ROCKED. EVERY GAIMAN FAN SHOULD GO. There, that's a review for you. To use a few more words, Lifeline Theater in the Rogers Park neighborhood does an excellent adaptation of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere to the stage, as adapted by one of their very own. The minimal set works very well to evoke London Below within the small space, with sewer pipes, ladders and ducts that are climbed into and out of as the characters move about their world. Characters also enter and exit through the middle of the audience space. The dialog comes straight from the book in most cases, and all your favorite characters make an appearance, from RichardRichardMayhewDick and Door, natch, to the Rat Speakers.

We were the only ones who dressed up in quasi-costume for the show, though one man did pay tribute to Gaiman by wearing a Dream t-shirt.

This chair is in the theater lobby. Notice the shadow under Chris's feet!

Please be kind to the big chair: only two people and no food or drink


Saturday night
After the show, we had dinner with our friends-of-no-LJ Chris and Rob, whose wedding we attended last summer. We had planned to eat at the hotel's own Indian restaurant, but it turned out the restaurant was being remodeled so we decided to go to an Indian district and find something there. Parking was a nightmare, so I finally said a prayer to the Asphalt Fairy--and just as we were about to give up, a space appeared. The first restaurant we tried was very busy so we decided to try a different one. Dinner was tasty and the company as always was wonderful.

Then we all went back to the hotel to hang out and talk over Woodchuck and Red Stripe until midnight-thirty, when they regretfully had to leave for their hour's drive home.

Sunday
Sunday morning we ate at Sander's Pancake House next door to the hotel (very tasty but not as memorable as the Lucky Platter) and then after checkout we went to Fuzzy Wuzzy yarn shop in Arlington Heights where we were able to catch up with [livejournal.com profile] transplantmom and her family for a hug and a brief chat before they had to go home and we went to the mothership (IKEA for the uninitiated). IKEA was its usual self--we spent not too much money--and then we finally headed home about 3:30.

Cat report
Dad and kitty are settling in together. He reports that she is very affectionate, as I had told him--she loves to be brushed--and she is also very very talkative. They're not sure yet what she's talking about, or to whom (perhaps herself). He is probably going to call her Furbie-short-for-Furball. As god is my witness, I suggested four good names, as well as telling them we were getting the feeling she's a Maggie, but you can lead a horse to water, y'know? He says it has to be something they'll actually call her, and Furball certainly qualifies. I feel that's a nickname, and a cat should have a proper name, but...not my cat.
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Take a deep breath...Travelocity just called. They've ticketed the AA portion as an eticket, so I can get to and from Columbus OH with no problem. However the America West portion (Columbus to Toronto) is still paper tickets and they haven't been shipped yet. They're supposedly finding out whether they can deliver them to the airport for me to collect there, but if that doesn't work I'll have them held at the Fedex location nearest the airport and pick them up, because of course I will be at neither my house nor my office tomorrow morning.

Can you say last minute? Can you say, keep Fiona's nerves at a frazzled state until the very very last minute? Can you say, at least if I'm stressing about tickets I don't have energy to spare for stressing about how the visit to [livejournal.com profile] neeuqdrazil will go, which I suppose is a good thing.

Prayers, candles, and other good wishes appreciated.
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I'm fidgety, very fidgety. Flight is Thursday morning, and still no tickets. I know they're supposedly Fedexing them and they can still arrive tomorrow without a problem, but it would relieve me very much to have them today. That no longer seems likely.

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