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jchrisobrienYou've heard about the gaming. What you didn't hear about was the fabulousness.
MobileJessie and UncleTang have a sweet pad. I mean it's fucking lush, baby! It oozed character and class furniture and interesting shaped walls. Lots of nooks and crannies and familiar faces. I endured some good natured ribbing when people childed me about my gaming day, and watching with amusement as their conversation turned... to a different game. I bravely tried to turn the conversation to Aqua Teen Hunger Force, which met with some decent success. This group of friends has changed a lot over time, and it was interested to see where and how people fit in this new milenium, in the post VHS years. Of course, some things hadn't changed much at all. On the whole though, the level of stress and tension that used to be there was absent, it was nice to see my friends relaxed and kicking back. Doing what they do best. Making people cry!
I said my good byes, and stopped off at home to change into my fabulous Ritual Designs costume. By now some of you have seen it, and for those who haven't the wait will soon be over. I will pester my roommate tomorrow to take some pictures, and get them uploaded. Mishak's house was overflowing with fabulous people. Its actually a pretty rare occasion for people to get all gussied up when they go to a party, which made tonight all the more dazzling. I resisted the urge to try the Pork Martini, because I trust my friends judgment. If they make a face and say it was horrible, I believe them. My attempts at intoxication were foiled however. Seven ciders and nothing? A little extra loquiciousness and a few extra smiles? BAH! The heat of the evening was overwhelming, or perhaps it was a touch of the flu, or getting used to my new outfit. But I felt fairly out of it most of the night. Shedding the corset helped a lot later in the evening. It was a fun night though, there were lots of small conversations, shared smiles, and friendly contact. And but battles.
The outside air was cold and sharp. The streets held that eerie silence associated with winter, and the souls midnight. My bed was warm and comforting for all that it was empty. Sleep came. And with it, no dreams.
MobileJessie and UncleTang have a sweet pad. I mean it's fucking lush, baby! It oozed character and class furniture and interesting shaped walls. Lots of nooks and crannies and familiar faces. I endured some good natured ribbing when people childed me about my gaming day, and watching with amusement as their conversation turned... to a different game. I bravely tried to turn the conversation to Aqua Teen Hunger Force, which met with some decent success. This group of friends has changed a lot over time, and it was interested to see where and how people fit in this new milenium, in the post VHS years. Of course, some things hadn't changed much at all. On the whole though, the level of stress and tension that used to be there was absent, it was nice to see my friends relaxed and kicking back. Doing what they do best. Making people cry!
I said my good byes, and stopped off at home to change into my fabulous Ritual Designs costume. By now some of you have seen it, and for those who haven't the wait will soon be over. I will pester my roommate tomorrow to take some pictures, and get them uploaded. Mishak's house was overflowing with fabulous people. Its actually a pretty rare occasion for people to get all gussied up when they go to a party, which made tonight all the more dazzling. I resisted the urge to try the Pork Martini, because I trust my friends judgment. If they make a face and say it was horrible, I believe them. My attempts at intoxication were foiled however. Seven ciders and nothing? A little extra loquiciousness and a few extra smiles? BAH! The heat of the evening was overwhelming, or perhaps it was a touch of the flu, or getting used to my new outfit. But I felt fairly out of it most of the night. Shedding the corset helped a lot later in the evening. It was a fun night though, there were lots of small conversations, shared smiles, and friendly contact. And but battles.
The outside air was cold and sharp. The streets held that eerie silence associated with winter, and the souls midnight. My bed was warm and comforting for all that it was empty. Sleep came. And with it, no dreams.
