No, I've no idea how many, and I refuse to number them because maths is a crime against humanity1 and should be burned at the steak-out, which is sort of like a constantly vigilant cook-out. Slap some calculus on the barbie, Shawn!
For one thing, I went to the first Lizka party in a good long while and got only mildly drunk, mostly because I had only mild access to alcohol2. It was nice to catch up with Amy, who shocked us all with a shocking mass of ringlets, squee. Also met some amusing randoms, one of whom regaled us with his drunken life story and tried to get Amy to drink while earnestly explaining to the rest of us that he wasn't trying to get her drunk. He later ended up making out with some random chick against Liza's glass door. I felt the strongest urge to go up and throw it open, but it's cruel to make drunk people fall over3. I also think his friend may or may not have hit on me. The uncertainty stems from the fact that the context of the conversation made it difficult to tell whether it was meant in jest or not. I assumed it was and replied in kind, and afterwards the other possibility occurred to me, in which case I was a bit rude, I think. Oh well, I'm sure his ego will recover. Mine certainly won't recover from the photo4 Stan managed to skillfully take while my mouth was open, eurgh.
And another thing: I have discovered Torchwood! And Lo, it is Awesome! I'm catching up via illegal downloads but intend to watch the rest on the TV, because god knows there are enough things distracting me from my work right now. But eee, Captain Jack! I've seen two episodes and I'm already in love! I won't even read fanfic till I've watched the rest of the series, because while he'll slash with absolutely anyone I'm more interested in legitimately finding out his obviously-epic backstory. That's how much I love him!
Finally, I leave you with this thought: PotC drag!fic, starring Bra Strap Bill.
1Or at least that segment of it that currently inhabits my brain, ooh.
2Read: I felt guilty for having forgotten to bring money to chip in for it, and also I couldn't figure out which vodka bottles were communal and which were privately owned, and also scotch and lemonade tastes sort of okay but I won't be repeating the experiment.
3Fun, though!
4No I will not link. This time it's not a dress at fault, but rather my incredible self-consciousness-derived reflex to pull weird faces at the click of a camera flash which betrays me.
For one thing, I went to the first Lizka party in a good long while and got only mildly drunk, mostly because I had only mild access to alcohol2. It was nice to catch up with Amy, who shocked us all with a shocking mass of ringlets, squee. Also met some amusing randoms, one of whom regaled us with his drunken life story and tried to get Amy to drink while earnestly explaining to the rest of us that he wasn't trying to get her drunk. He later ended up making out with some random chick against Liza's glass door. I felt the strongest urge to go up and throw it open, but it's cruel to make drunk people fall over3. I also think his friend may or may not have hit on me. The uncertainty stems from the fact that the context of the conversation made it difficult to tell whether it was meant in jest or not. I assumed it was and replied in kind, and afterwards the other possibility occurred to me, in which case I was a bit rude, I think. Oh well, I'm sure his ego will recover. Mine certainly won't recover from the photo4 Stan managed to skillfully take while my mouth was open, eurgh.
And another thing: I have discovered Torchwood! And Lo, it is Awesome! I'm catching up via illegal downloads but intend to watch the rest on the TV, because god knows there are enough things distracting me from my work right now. But eee, Captain Jack! I've seen two episodes and I'm already in love! I won't even read fanfic till I've watched the rest of the series, because while he'll slash with absolutely anyone I'm more interested in legitimately finding out his obviously-epic backstory. That's how much I love him!
Finally, I leave you with this thought: PotC drag!fic, starring Bra Strap Bill.
1Or at least that segment of it that currently inhabits my brain, ooh.
2Read: I felt guilty for having forgotten to bring money to chip in for it, and also I couldn't figure out which vodka bottles were communal and which were privately owned, and also scotch and lemonade tastes sort of okay but I won't be repeating the experiment.
3Fun, though!
4No I will not link. This time it's not a dress at fault, but rather my incredible self-consciousness-derived reflex to pull weird faces at the click of a camera flash which betrays me.
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