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Feb. 9th, 2002 04:41 pmI had weird dreams last night, where I was running a Full Moon ritual, but things kept going wrong. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
00goddess was there (whom I've never met) along with one of her friends, who got up and berated me for something and demanded to leave. Then a quartet of teen girls was giggling and chattering while I was trying to cast, so I finally got pissy and went up to the group, pointed at them and yelled 'YOU! Out of my circle! NOW!' Odd.
We got up and Eric proceeded to do helpful things to Dad and Elaine's computers. They are both very smart people with many degrees who, sadly, don't know poop about computers. Some local guy has been ripping them off, which sucks but there's not much to be done since apparently he's the only computer fixing guy in town. Dad was very happy to have Eric fix and tweak.
Eric and I went across the border to Piedras Negras to shop and look around. The last time I came to Eagle Pass was the first time I'd ever been to Mexico, even though I've lived in Texas for most of my life. Eric has also lived in Texas for most of his life, and today was his first trip to Mexico too.
I got a bottle of vanilla for Laura. Eric looked for a belt for his kilt that he'll be getting soon (late Christmas present) but didn't find any with sufficiently thick leather. Dad called, saying he had talked to Mom and that she wanted a bottle of vanilla too, so I picked up another one along with a large, garish woven bag. Eric bought me a gigantic golden scorpion pendant on about a 22-inch gold figaro chain. The guy swore it was all solid 14k gold, but considering we talked him down to $20, I remain skeptical. But now I can look like a pimp from tha hood! Cool.
Then I got the some of the booze everyone wanted- Gordon wanted a bottle of Kahlua and of Grand Marinier, and Elaine wanted some Kahlua. What I hadn't known was that they only let you bring one bottle per person over the border, so I got 2 bottles of Kahlua and Gordon will just have to make his B-52s some other way. They didn't have Grand Marinier anyway. I'm just glad I bought it all in one store or else I would have ended up having some of it confiscated.
Eric also got a stone pipe. I was thinking of getting some stone coasters, since we have a glass-top coffee table that is requiring way too much cleaning, but Eric pointed out that stone generally isn't absorbent. I also looked at a woven jacket with some birds that were vaguely phoenix-like but the fabric was pretty itchy and it wasn't very well-made. I did get Bro a little bear fridge magnet.
We decided to head back with our loot. The garish bag was so big Eric almost dragged it on the ground when he carried it, so we each took a handle for part of the way back. The security crossing the border was not as scary as Dad's dire warnings had led me to believe. There were two drug dogs, but the guards were just standing around, I guess looking for someone carrying a big bag of cocaine in their hands. We did get asked to show our drivers licenses, and Eric gave me an 'I told you so' look when the guard entered Eric's number into the computer (presumably to look for warrants) but not mine. He's always saying he can never fly again because he'll get profiled. But the only way any of them knew what we had was because I went out of my way to tell them. It's those damn ethics costing me money again ($1.10 per bottle of booze).
We'll attempt to hit a restaurant over there later tonight.
00goddess was there (whom I've never met) along with one of her friends, who got up and berated me for something and demanded to leave. Then a quartet of teen girls was giggling and chattering while I was trying to cast, so I finally got pissy and went up to the group, pointed at them and yelled 'YOU! Out of my circle! NOW!' Odd. We got up and Eric proceeded to do helpful things to Dad and Elaine's computers. They are both very smart people with many degrees who, sadly, don't know poop about computers. Some local guy has been ripping them off, which sucks but there's not much to be done since apparently he's the only computer fixing guy in town. Dad was very happy to have Eric fix and tweak.
Eric and I went across the border to Piedras Negras to shop and look around. The last time I came to Eagle Pass was the first time I'd ever been to Mexico, even though I've lived in Texas for most of my life. Eric has also lived in Texas for most of his life, and today was his first trip to Mexico too.
I got a bottle of vanilla for Laura. Eric looked for a belt for his kilt that he'll be getting soon (late Christmas present) but didn't find any with sufficiently thick leather. Dad called, saying he had talked to Mom and that she wanted a bottle of vanilla too, so I picked up another one along with a large, garish woven bag. Eric bought me a gigantic golden scorpion pendant on about a 22-inch gold figaro chain. The guy swore it was all solid 14k gold, but considering we talked him down to $20, I remain skeptical. But now I can look like a pimp from tha hood! Cool.
Then I got the some of the booze everyone wanted- Gordon wanted a bottle of Kahlua and of Grand Marinier, and Elaine wanted some Kahlua. What I hadn't known was that they only let you bring one bottle per person over the border, so I got 2 bottles of Kahlua and Gordon will just have to make his B-52s some other way. They didn't have Grand Marinier anyway. I'm just glad I bought it all in one store or else I would have ended up having some of it confiscated.
Eric also got a stone pipe. I was thinking of getting some stone coasters, since we have a glass-top coffee table that is requiring way too much cleaning, but Eric pointed out that stone generally isn't absorbent. I also looked at a woven jacket with some birds that were vaguely phoenix-like but the fabric was pretty itchy and it wasn't very well-made. I did get Bro a little bear fridge magnet.
We decided to head back with our loot. The garish bag was so big Eric almost dragged it on the ground when he carried it, so we each took a handle for part of the way back. The security crossing the border was not as scary as Dad's dire warnings had led me to believe. There were two drug dogs, but the guards were just standing around, I guess looking for someone carrying a big bag of cocaine in their hands. We did get asked to show our drivers licenses, and Eric gave me an 'I told you so' look when the guard entered Eric's number into the computer (presumably to look for warrants) but not mine. He's always saying he can never fly again because he'll get profiled. But the only way any of them knew what we had was because I went out of my way to tell them. It's those damn ethics costing me money again ($1.10 per bottle of booze).
We'll attempt to hit a restaurant over there later tonight.
