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bliumchikWhile I was at Stan's on Tuesday, he got a call from Mic suggesting that he organise a welcome home party - his flight would come in at 10:00 pm tomorrow. There was a bit of a HAHAHA no. moment. Eventually Laivi's house got commandeered for Thursday. Stan said to come at six - when we got there at eight it turned out Laivi had told people to come at seven thirty. Nobody else was there yet. Go figure.
Anyway, Mic got his welcome home, we played cards, and I stacked poker chips into symmetrical, er, ...stacks. I even had a cool jenga style thing going, except then I was informed that I'd get the proverbial metaphorical smackdown from Laivi if I scattered poker chips all over his garage (which was semi-flooded thanks to the neighbor's pool overflowing), so I dissassembled it.
I managed to have a bit of an emo moment without anybody noticing - I blamed it on lack of blood sugar, which is fair enough since after I FINALLY managed to convince people to pass the plate round for pizza money and got some cheesy goodness in me I felt much, much better. Really, though, it was probably PMS.
Anyway, Mic got his welcome home, we played cards, and I stacked poker chips into symmetrical, er, ...stacks. I even had a cool jenga style thing going, except then I was informed that I'd get the proverbial metaphorical smackdown from Laivi if I scattered poker chips all over his garage (which was semi-flooded thanks to the neighbor's pool overflowing), so I dissassembled it.
I managed to have a bit of an emo moment without anybody noticing - I blamed it on lack of blood sugar, which is fair enough since after I FINALLY managed to convince people to pass the plate round for pizza money and got some cheesy goodness in me I felt much, much better. Really, though, it was probably PMS.
