Dear lord... 'Tis almost two.
Ah, the torment of exhaustion without being able to partake of sleep. Gin's supposed to make you sleepy, not wired, right? No idea, I got home, was completely ready to pass out, told a few people thus and turned everything off and lay restless for ten minutes. Got up, said goodnight, went to bed and decided to torture myself with watching itv's latest adaptaion of Persuasion thinking I'd fall asleep watching it.
Here I am hours later and after enduring the evil frustration of dear.god.kiss.already.stop.hovering.near.each.other's.lips.and.just.freaken.kiss.damn.you. I'm even further away from passing out than I was two hours ago.
Hen's night was... Random. Fun I think. XD But... Random. Interesting mix of people and conversation, some things to come away with: Emma makes a pretty darn good pimp; Hen's Night is a shiningly singular reason to not tell anyone you're getting married & elope; and WHAT sexual position, pray tell, is "The Crow?" We had a list, most of us knew them all but that one had us stumped. XD All I could think of was the legend from Fifth Quarter where the crows are fabled to be soldiers killed away from battle and thusly condemned to live forever picking at the flesh of those that die in the field. Jealous, soulless and inconsolable to the last. A visceral, passionate concept, yes, but hardly fitting. XD
A condom was stolen off of someone not of our party, but we were all so filled with guilt that there might be some 'accident' that we'd be responsible for (it was suggested we circulate a hat and all donate towards the college fund) that it was returned unscathed.
My back was killing me part way through the night, but I was determined not to pike before the heavily pregnant woman, and then suddenly everyone got up and decided to leave as if a gong had been struck, inaudible to my ears. On the way out we were treated to some incredibly overpowering displays of drunken male logic:
"You're gay!!"
"No you're gay!"
"You're so gay!!"
"Its MY birthday, so that makes you gay!"
Can't argue with that now can we?
Here I am hours later and after enduring the evil frustration of dear.god.kiss.already.stop.hovering.near.each.other's.lips.and.just.freaken.kiss.damn.you. I'm even further away from passing out than I was two hours ago.
Hen's night was... Random. Fun I think. XD But... Random. Interesting mix of people and conversation, some things to come away with: Emma makes a pretty darn good pimp; Hen's Night is a shiningly singular reason to not tell anyone you're getting married & elope; and WHAT sexual position, pray tell, is "The Crow?" We had a list, most of us knew them all but that one had us stumped. XD All I could think of was the legend from Fifth Quarter where the crows are fabled to be soldiers killed away from battle and thusly condemned to live forever picking at the flesh of those that die in the field. Jealous, soulless and inconsolable to the last. A visceral, passionate concept, yes, but hardly fitting. XD
A condom was stolen off of someone not of our party, but we were all so filled with guilt that there might be some 'accident' that we'd be responsible for (it was suggested we circulate a hat and all donate towards the college fund) that it was returned unscathed.
My back was killing me part way through the night, but I was determined not to pike before the heavily pregnant woman, and then suddenly everyone got up and decided to leave as if a gong had been struck, inaudible to my ears. On the way out we were treated to some incredibly overpowering displays of drunken male logic:
"You're gay!!"
"No you're gay!"
"You're so gay!!"
"Its MY birthday, so that makes you gay!"
Can't argue with that now can we?