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Happy New Year!
Well. I hope that the early morning hours were no indicator for the rest of the New Year. Or rather, I hope I used up my entire quota of clumsiness for the rest of the year.
Watching the Cologne fireworks from the roof of the WG's house was splendid - can't understand why only![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elfy went up there, but to each their own - although I felt a bit lonely without Jörg. Yes, I have to admit it: I'm not one of those couple-people who can't take a step without their partner, but on certain occasions, it's just nice to celebrate them together.
I hadn't brought any fireworks of my own, butelfy and the Medieval Dancing crew shared some sparklers. And besides, there was enough to watch.
Afterwards, I returned to the others downstairs who had just finished 'lead-pouring'. As this seems to be a purely German tradition - no wait, it is mentioned in some Astrid Lindgren books, so it's likely a Scandinavian tradition, just like straw stars - I guess I should explain. You get a small lead (actually, it's pewter nowadays) blob that you melt over a candle and then pour into water, where the molten metal will solidify. There are different traditions - some say you interpret the shadow of the resulting figure, some say you interpret the shape itself. It's a nice little superstition but a tad difficult, as the lead-pouring sets only have a list of standard shapes that nobody ever gets, so it's even more guesswork than it needs to be. It is, all in all, a rather Trelawneyesque endeavour. But it's fun.
Usually.
Not if you're as stupid as me, however, who managed to not pour the lead into the water bowl but, instead, on the formerly white tablecloth, where it spread out to 'aery thinness'. One splatter, moreover, hitmalicedl's hand. (*flail*SORRY!*flail*) The result might be an igloo with a radio antenna, or a Mongolian yurt, or a bat (or phoenix), or a man with a sword fighting an alien on top of a cavernous mountain.
shiverdl poured something that looked remarkably like Cthulhu. fuchs got something that might have been a submarine or a mermaid or a cross between moose and humpback whale. I forgot what the others got, but there was a phallus and a moon ceptre (...... Sailormoon, yes) and an alien somewhere in between.
... this is going to be an interesting year.
I forgot to count the extra second, though. Darn. You have a leap-second year, and you don't even notice. Disappointing.
I then picked up Jörg after his 'party' with his former co-students. When we reached the highway, there was a traffic jam due to an accident. The fire brigade was only just arriving. All we could see was the firemen collecting the remains of the crash barrier, and an overturned and smashed car.
Maybe I'm not that clumsy after all.
Well. I hope that the early morning hours were no indicator for the rest of the New Year. Or rather, I hope I used up my entire quota of clumsiness for the rest of the year.
Watching the Cologne fireworks from the roof of the WG's house was splendid - can't understand why only
elfy went up there, but to each their own - although I felt a bit lonely without Jörg. Yes, I have to admit it: I'm not one of those couple-people who can't take a step without their partner, but on certain occasions, it's just nice to celebrate them together. I hadn't brought any fireworks of my own, but
elfy and the Medieval Dancing crew shared some sparklers. And besides, there was enough to watch.Afterwards, I returned to the others downstairs who had just finished 'lead-pouring'. As this seems to be a purely German tradition - no wait, it is mentioned in some Astrid Lindgren books, so it's likely a Scandinavian tradition, just like straw stars - I guess I should explain. You get a small lead (actually, it's pewter nowadays) blob that you melt over a candle and then pour into water, where the molten metal will solidify. There are different traditions - some say you interpret the shadow of the resulting figure, some say you interpret the shape itself. It's a nice little superstition but a tad difficult, as the lead-pouring sets only have a list of standard shapes that nobody ever gets, so it's even more guesswork than it needs to be. It is, all in all, a rather Trelawneyesque endeavour. But it's fun.
Usually.
Not if you're as stupid as me, however, who managed to not pour the lead into the water bowl but, instead, on the formerly white tablecloth, where it spread out to 'aery thinness'. One splatter, moreover, hit
malicedl's hand. (*flail*SORRY!*flail*) The result might be an igloo with a radio antenna, or a Mongolian yurt, or a bat (or phoenix), or a man with a sword fighting an alien on top of a cavernous mountain.shiverdl poured something that looked remarkably like Cthulhu. fuchs got something that might have been a submarine or a mermaid or a cross between moose and humpback whale. I forgot what the others got, but there was a phallus and a moon ceptre (...... Sailormoon, yes) and an alien somewhere in between.... this is going to be an interesting year.
I forgot to count the extra second, though. Darn. You have a leap-second year, and you don't even notice. Disappointing.
I then picked up Jörg after his 'party' with his former co-students. When we reached the highway, there was a traffic jam due to an accident. The fire brigade was only just arriving. All we could see was the firemen collecting the remains of the crash barrier, and an overturned and smashed car.
Maybe I'm not that clumsy after all.
