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Wednesday morning
Nov. 28th, 2007 11:07 amWednesday morning. Not much to tell about Tuesday outside of the rain-walk and the lying about reading/playing Mario Galaxy (which is fantastically inventive, terribly easy to play while still being challenging, and so far made entirely of Fun).
The evening was spent watching the Battlestar Galactica miniseries. It turns out that watching it with lesbians is more fun than you can shake a stick at. I lose all of my PC hangups about verbalising my liking for hot women when I'm doing so with other women. On the other hand, I seem to have agreed that Bex can have Six, Mo can have Starbuck and I have Boomer and the cute engineer whose name I've so far completely failed to pick up.
We followed that up with season one of The Book Group, which was just as quirky, unpleasant and funny as I remember. Not a work of genius, but still highly entertaining, it manages to capture how odd real life by parodying it just enough to make it believable.
This morning was spent in the bath, reading another 40 or so passengers, and we're now going to head over to Waternish to see the tannery there, and then to Portree for some kind of dinner - the current choice is either a spanish bistro, italian restaurant or pub dinner, which is exactly the level of decision-making I'm comfortable with today.
Tomorrow is our last day here - it'll have been a week and still seems too soon. I can't believe how quickly it's gone, or how much better I feel for having done it.
The evening was spent watching the Battlestar Galactica miniseries. It turns out that watching it with lesbians is more fun than you can shake a stick at. I lose all of my PC hangups about verbalising my liking for hot women when I'm doing so with other women. On the other hand, I seem to have agreed that Bex can have Six, Mo can have Starbuck and I have Boomer and the cute engineer whose name I've so far completely failed to pick up.
We followed that up with season one of The Book Group, which was just as quirky, unpleasant and funny as I remember. Not a work of genius, but still highly entertaining, it manages to capture how odd real life by parodying it just enough to make it believable.
This morning was spent in the bath, reading another 40 or so passengers, and we're now going to head over to Waternish to see the tannery there, and then to Portree for some kind of dinner - the current choice is either a spanish bistro, italian restaurant or pub dinner, which is exactly the level of decision-making I'm comfortable with today.
Tomorrow is our last day here - it'll have been a week and still seems too soon. I can't believe how quickly it's gone, or how much better I feel for having done it.
