This is what it said on the back of the truck that we did, indeed, pass on the drive back from the airport. It knows I'm foxy, that's why.

Hello darling people, this is your impotant imperious leader recording her captain's log from Nimbin, Australia, as she reclines in the sunshine far from tectonic plates and their naughty little games. (I can't ( Read more... )

So on Saturday we had the first party here at the LFoD in ages and despite all my worrying that it would all go terribly, it was amazing. Definitely among the very best we've hosted and certainly the most full. Never have their been so many people in the flat! Most of my real life friends have dropped their livejournals/never had any but for the ( Read more... )

So I just found the wiki page for Tablero (which is the seriously awesome drinking game we love to play at medieval things) and down the bottom it has a note that says: Tablado (appropriately pronounced 'Tah-blotto') is a form of Tablero in which hard alcohol is used. This form of the game is not recommended because pulling a line could cause the ( Read more... )

It is indescribably strange to be here in Australia while, back home, something so huge is happening. My poor beautiful city is getting pummeled by this earthquake and its aftershocks and I've not even seen it yet other than in photos. On the one hand I feel incredibly lucky that I was here when it went down, because it means I haven't had to deal ( Read more... )

Booze has melted my frelling brain.

No, I lie. I'm completely alive and unhungover (mostly) but if I have to even contemplate leaving the comfortable lovely house I will die.

JELLY. FUCKING. SHOTS ( Read more... )

On Friday we (Alison, Ness, Sam, Tim and myself) did the road trip thing from Christchurch across to the West Coast to spend the weekend at Alison's family's bach at Lake Kaniere. (For the non-New Zealanders reading, bach = holiday home. I don't know if a bach has to be on a lake/beach to be a bach. This might be information a local needs to ( Read more... )

Wine tasting yesterday was filled with wine. So much of it. Jesus ( Read more... )

One of my favourite things in the world is bussing on a hangover. Oh baby, there is nothing more exciting. (I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.) But I have no progressed from my deadly morning times to now just feeling kinda groggy instead. But that's fine because Ali and I have Buffy season three to be watching and junk food to watch it with. TAKE THAT ( Read more... )

Ah, hangover, we meet once again. Thought you could catch me unaware, my old friend? How foolish of you. We should both know better by now than to play these silly games. To the death, you say, hangover? No, dear hangover, to the pain.