Monica's birthday was technically Thursday, but this was taken Saturday at her combination birthday/housewarming. I don't think I've been to this particular sort of event, but as I had given the couple a housewarming gift beforehand, I felt secure in simply showing up with a gift for Mon, putting some cornbread on their counter, and then drinking all of their whisky. Here we witness the birthday girl in her natural element - opening boxes of tea, tea pots, and other sundries associated with the general craft of boiling dry leaves and drinking their harvested souls.
We also got to meet Tiddlywinks, their retired racing greyhound adoption. She seemed a bit tired and skittish, and it made me think of how rough that dog's life had to be. Sort've. There's a school of thought that proclaims dogs in general enjoy any form of bonding and discipline, so being trained to be a race dog would be great fun for the canine in question. On the other hand, it's a very disciplined, low affection environment. The dog seemed to be wary the entire time we were there, and I don't think it was just because of the number of people.
We milled around, Scott showed us bits from the Old Republic beta, and we did a sing along with the Buffy Musical. Between her need to genuinely clap and giggle happily at her gifts and how she flung herself into singing, I shared with her my general opinion of all that nonsense - that she was able to just be unabashedly gleeful about things, and it was a trait others should envy. The two of them together, Scott and Monica, seem to have a general clarity of purpose and vision that escape most. I don't think they're perfect people or some model of anything in particular, but they both seem very keen to find out what they want to do, and just do it. I suppose to someone like me, who gets distracted by so much so easily, that seems like a remarkable thing
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