Night is coming
May. 10th, 2014 06:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo there was I, industriously working through Kipling-on-Mars; and there was Karen, industriously working through problems for a study-course she's taking; and there was our power, industriously going out for a Saturday evening.
So now we're in the bar at the hockey rink, waiting to yell support for the Ice Weasels when they come out. Unfortunately the barman has industriously not turned up, and the bar is industriously closed; so I have a thingie of ice water in sympathy with my new sporting idols - go Ice Weasels! - and I am working through Kipling-on-Mars because technology is awesome and we have wifi and everything, and Karen is critiquing stories for her writers' group, and we are splendid together. But without alcohol. Sigh.
So now we're in the bar at the hockey rink, waiting to yell support for the Ice Weasels when they come out. Unfortunately the barman has industriously not turned up, and the bar is industriously closed; so I have a thingie of ice water in sympathy with my new sporting idols - go Ice Weasels! - and I am working through Kipling-on-Mars because technology is awesome and we have wifi and everything, and Karen is critiquing stories for her writers' group, and we are splendid together. But without alcohol. Sigh.