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Quick weekend roundup...
Jan. 23rd, 2005 11:59 amWhat a hectic weekend!
Thursday, went to see The Incredibles with Paul- pretty cool stuff, a good little movie. Will have to buy it on DVD for sure. After that we went to Puals friends' place for birthday drinks, had a few beers and got lightly molested. Home to bed and pretty much straight to sleep. Pretty much ;-)
Then Friday, ah, friday... I'd been invited back to Paul's friends' place for a more intimate evening, and I wasnt disappointed. In the best tradition of trashy romance novels, I'll just say 'Morning dawned, as the sunlight streaming through the window illuminated the shambles inside. The kitchen counter was strewn with crumbs and crusts and butter and cheeses, the fridge door swinging open as testament to the frenzied snacking that had taken place at 2am. The lounge floor was littered with toys and towels and rubbers, lube smears on the couch, the table, the walls... the flatmate, coming home from a night on the town, couldnt believe his eyes and had to sit at the dining table, his back to the carnage.'
And then Saturday! I pulled the front suspension on the Piazza completely apart, finding in the process 2 stuffed ball joints and some bushes that had turned to chewing gum. The good news is that everything else is straight and tidy, it just needs a bit of paint to make it like new.
And then there was the '60s themed party. Growler gets all dressed up in his outfit: flares, '60s military mesh shirt, beads. Flatmates declare "you dont look '60s, you just look really gay". Solution? remove the shirt. Instant Woodstock hippie. So Growler *turns up* at the party with no shirt, which is a pleasant change from *leaving* the party with no shirt. And what a neat party it was! Paul and Alan really know how to put on a themed party. With Barbarella and Stingray playing on the TV's, cocktail porcupines and saveloys and a big glazed ham as snacks, and a room full of people wearing pink glasses, you couldnt help but feel a bit retro. I had a great time, chatting to the bears and (as the night moved on) turning into a huggy monster... Out of respect for my fellow partiers, I dragged one particularly affectionate man into the bedroom- where we lay on the bed and talked each others ears off. All the curious little faces that peered round the door seemed quite disappointed, though I'm not sure what they expected to see us doing on what was, after all, the host's bed... I'm rude, but I'm not without manners!! Midnight came and went, and before we knew it we had been caught up in a stampede heading to Urge. Except I didnt quite make it- the nice affectionate man and I felt tired, so we ducked into Lateshift for a nice cup of tea and a bit of a lie down. Come to think of it, I never got that cup of tea... Hmmm.
Thursday, went to see The Incredibles with Paul- pretty cool stuff, a good little movie. Will have to buy it on DVD for sure. After that we went to Puals friends' place for birthday drinks, had a few beers and got lightly molested. Home to bed and pretty much straight to sleep. Pretty much ;-)
Then Friday, ah, friday... I'd been invited back to Paul's friends' place for a more intimate evening, and I wasnt disappointed. In the best tradition of trashy romance novels, I'll just say 'Morning dawned, as the sunlight streaming through the window illuminated the shambles inside. The kitchen counter was strewn with crumbs and crusts and butter and cheeses, the fridge door swinging open as testament to the frenzied snacking that had taken place at 2am. The lounge floor was littered with toys and towels and rubbers, lube smears on the couch, the table, the walls... the flatmate, coming home from a night on the town, couldnt believe his eyes and had to sit at the dining table, his back to the carnage.'
And then Saturday! I pulled the front suspension on the Piazza completely apart, finding in the process 2 stuffed ball joints and some bushes that had turned to chewing gum. The good news is that everything else is straight and tidy, it just needs a bit of paint to make it like new.
And then there was the '60s themed party. Growler gets all dressed up in his outfit: flares, '60s military mesh shirt, beads. Flatmates declare "you dont look '60s, you just look really gay". Solution? remove the shirt. Instant Woodstock hippie. So Growler *turns up* at the party with no shirt, which is a pleasant change from *leaving* the party with no shirt. And what a neat party it was! Paul and Alan really know how to put on a themed party. With Barbarella and Stingray playing on the TV's, cocktail porcupines and saveloys and a big glazed ham as snacks, and a room full of people wearing pink glasses, you couldnt help but feel a bit retro. I had a great time, chatting to the bears and (as the night moved on) turning into a huggy monster... Out of respect for my fellow partiers, I dragged one particularly affectionate man into the bedroom- where we lay on the bed and talked each others ears off. All the curious little faces that peered round the door seemed quite disappointed, though I'm not sure what they expected to see us doing on what was, after all, the host's bed... I'm rude, but I'm not without manners!! Midnight came and went, and before we knew it we had been caught up in a stampede heading to Urge. Except I didnt quite make it- the nice affectionate man and I felt tired, so we ducked into Lateshift for a nice cup of tea and a bit of a lie down. Come to think of it, I never got that cup of tea... Hmmm.
