Wet fur...

[growler_south]

Friday- pool party! although first we had to find breakfast- although, being 3pm by the time we managed to wake up properly, our breakfast was more lunch-like. I got home to have a wee nap, and met the boys as they came home from shopping, but it was soon time to leave them as they werent interested in the pool party. Which was definitely a mistake- take 500 bears, throw them in a wave pool, add 30 beach balls, and watch as grown men turn into excited kids again. The pool party was AWESOME. Some of the bigger bears made excellent floatation devices, and didnt seem to mind cubbies floating thereon. The elastic in my new speedos got a thorough workout, as every time I stopped paying attention someone was trying to remove them...
By the time 11pm came around everyone was waterlogged and exhausted, but Mistress Baz kept everyone amused with his locker-room repartee. We trundled up the hill to find food and booze- pizza from the kebab shop opposite the Oxford- YUM!- and a bottle of vodka from the bottle shop (more on that later). Since the entire of Oxford street was packed, we gathered a small posse of naughty bears and went back to Brian's magnificent apartment.
Much fun was had by all, 70 floors up, until yours truly drunkenly poured and guzzled a vodka and lemonade that was 98% vodka. Cue slurring and falling down and waking up the next day in bed, not quite remembering how I got there. However I was with Brian and Ricky so I know I was looked after. They even thought to take a photo, wasnt that nice.


(Grrr.....)

Comments

[boofbiker.livejournal.com]

I knew you would have fun at the pool party. I missed out on them when I lived there. I wont be making that mistake next year!!!

[cpratt.livejournal.com]

Oh! That explains the bottle of vodka in the apartment, then...

[growler-south.livejournal.com]

And what crap vodka it was too. Wouldnt have minded getting legless on something decent, but Smirnoff? Tragic.

I hear that wasnt the only evidence we left in the apartment either! LOL...

[cpratt.livejournal.com]

True! There was something [or, rather, a series of somethings] wedged down deep behind the sofa... :)

[sinnabor.livejournal.com]

And here I was trying to be all discreet and cagey about the sleazy goings-on of Friday night. Might as well not even bother...

[cpratt.livejournal.com]

Why be discreet? All I can say is that I was delighted both that there were sleazy goings-on, and that the apartment was absolutely immaculate when we returned from Canberra. If I hadn't noticed the vodka, I doubt I would've ever guessed that there was, ahem, company... :)

[sinnabor.livejournal.com]

Well, honestly, I didn't expressly ask for permission to allow N>1 strangers in to the place where you were staying. Did I? I didn't think there'd be a problem, but I chose the "forgiveness" route.

And the shenanigans were sufficiently sloppy (those guys are such perverts, must see them again) that there was certain to be lube on something. I cleaned a big lubey butt-print off the vinyl ottoman thing moments before you arrived home. I seem to remember it was a mixture of J-Lube (not even mine) and "aqueous cream".

As it was, only one person squirted on the furniture. My bad. It never squirts that far at home...

[cpratt.livejournal.com]

Hell, you don't need to ask for permission when you've paid the same as the rest of us for the apartment, you know. :)

Lubey butt-prints? I'm shocked, I tell you. Shocked.

[sinnabor.livejournal.com]

It was amazing how you went from lucid and in control to drooling and incoherent in about 10 minutes. You need to watch yer boozin' a little. Or stick to beer.

You were so cute passed out on the bed face down... how could we resist taking a picture? Next time we need to get some props or pose you amusingly.

[growler-south.livejournal.com]

LOL sticking to the beer sounds like a clever idea... and hopefully there wont be a 'next time', I was so disappointed that I missed out on the fun!