Sir... Do You Have Any Idea...
How Super Cool the cabin is? I'd take a picture of it for above my bed, but I don't deserve it. Here's a short poem I've written about it... Super Cool.
Haiku are easy,
but sometimes they make no sense.
Refrigerator.
*snert* Fun fun fun video Jonathan clued us in to.
Soooo... drive drive drive. Wow, this takes a long time if you drive up in when you can barely ever even reach 40 mph on I-75.
Yay! Got to catch up with Jonathan and Fred, whom I hadn't seen for a while. The closet is indeed a deadly trap baited with games and puzzles. The trip then had to be 30% less funny. Exxxxcellent pot roast. Then Allison and Eric came and there was vampire munchkin, possibly before the appearance of the Brauns. We stayed up silly late just chit chattin' and drinking. Apparently at some point during the night I disappeared and some huuuge seven foot tall guy with a shock of red hair appeared to hurt Jonathan.
The next morning saw the appearance of the coffee raptor and hubby Mark, of the Moore-nee-Howe clan. Eggs and pancakes and meat products and coffee, oh my! We found out that if you've finished off all the Drambuie and decide to start on the next bottle, unless you personally break the seal off the top, one should just assume it's pure straight alcohol. Or at least the 180 Corn Mash that Charley keeps in the Crown Royale bottle. I think he was getting Pre-Venge for the fact that all of the eggs were gone by the time he got back from getting the newsypaper.
There was snowmobiling and sledding and Fred killed a tree. Much books and slothing about. There was gaming and hot tubbing and storrriiies. Talisman was ALMOST finished then we wanted to eat - one day we will finish damn you!! *shakes fist at sky* Corn Chowder was toootally worth picking up Talisman though. Find the most potentially fun game ever with the worst written rules ever. Stacey gets the day's biggest geek award when hearing the rules of the game marketed for straights (i.e. non-gamers) and completely seriously asked if it was a D6. Dig out the cars, mucho adventure yay! cold feet boo! Drunken hot tubbing while doing brain teasers.... ahhh, nerdvana. Seven foot tall guy showed up at some point again, i bet he'd be fun to meet.
People were all motivated like and went skiing. Many crossword puzzles were conquered, including a few Boston Globes, but Jonathan and I were defeated by a microwave... le sigh. Nummy hash'n'eggs. Skiing people come back and no one was hurt yay! More hot tubbing with more people. More liquor. Seven foot tall guy shows up and kicks my ass this time. Mucho niceness from the boys yay!
Next morning Fred was kind enough to have my hangover for me. Such a gentleman that one, heh. Reading, packing, breakfast bits. Hugs all around and g'byes.
Happy New Year all!!!
Haiku are easy,
but sometimes they make no sense.
Refrigerator.
*snert* Fun fun fun video Jonathan clued us in to.
Soooo... drive drive drive. Wow, this takes a long time if you drive up in when you can barely ever even reach 40 mph on I-75.
Yay! Got to catch up with Jonathan and Fred, whom I hadn't seen for a while. The closet is indeed a deadly trap baited with games and puzzles. The trip then had to be 30% less funny. Exxxxcellent pot roast. Then Allison and Eric came and there was vampire munchkin, possibly before the appearance of the Brauns. We stayed up silly late just chit chattin' and drinking. Apparently at some point during the night I disappeared and some huuuge seven foot tall guy with a shock of red hair appeared to hurt Jonathan.
The next morning saw the appearance of the coffee raptor and hubby Mark, of the Moore-nee-Howe clan. Eggs and pancakes and meat products and coffee, oh my! We found out that if you've finished off all the Drambuie and decide to start on the next bottle, unless you personally break the seal off the top, one should just assume it's pure straight alcohol. Or at least the 180 Corn Mash that Charley keeps in the Crown Royale bottle. I think he was getting Pre-Venge for the fact that all of the eggs were gone by the time he got back from getting the newsypaper.
There was snowmobiling and sledding and Fred killed a tree. Much books and slothing about. There was gaming and hot tubbing and storrriiies. Talisman was ALMOST finished then we wanted to eat - one day we will finish damn you!! *shakes fist at sky* Corn Chowder was toootally worth picking up Talisman though. Find the most potentially fun game ever with the worst written rules ever. Stacey gets the day's biggest geek award when hearing the rules of the game marketed for straights (i.e. non-gamers) and completely seriously asked if it was a D6. Dig out the cars, mucho adventure yay! cold feet boo! Drunken hot tubbing while doing brain teasers.... ahhh, nerdvana. Seven foot tall guy showed up at some point again, i bet he'd be fun to meet.
People were all motivated like and went skiing. Many crossword puzzles were conquered, including a few Boston Globes, but Jonathan and I were defeated by a microwave... le sigh. Nummy hash'n'eggs. Skiing people come back and no one was hurt yay! More hot tubbing with more people. More liquor. Seven foot tall guy shows up and kicks my ass this time. Mucho niceness from the boys yay!
Next morning Fred was kind enough to have my hangover for me. Such a gentleman that one, heh. Reading, packing, breakfast bits. Hugs all around and g'byes.
Happy New Year all!!!