I woke up this morning, around 11...
The sound of bottles being packed into black recycle bins with Swedish efficiency woke me this morning. I sat up, wished I hadn't, lay down again. Tried scanning my bed for pants from the prone position before attempting bed-dismount in an altogether more ginger fashion. Awww, ginger, makes me think of David Tennant. ANYWAY, I found a top -- on a coat hanger on my clothing rack, SHOCK! -- and hobbled out to the kitchen.
Bec and Erik were dancing together in the clear space, 11am, Bec in a floral nightie, Erik in cargos and a bright orange shirt. Man, these people are perky for having been up all night. Wait, correction for having slept for about two hours O_O;;
They were SO SWEET! Like something out of a religious propoganda commercial. *sparkle* <33333
I was thoroughly weirded out though that I'd managed to sleep through the rest of the people leaving from Bec's Party, beds being set up, furniture being re-arranged to facilitate that, them all token sleeping (Java slept with Sam apparently, thats a whole lot of concentrated testosterone right there) and then everyone leaving after coffees and other nefarious breakfast activities. Bec and Erik had already had the cleaning effort WELL under way and all I could do was ask about what happened, be shocked and then stand around while Bec made me tea.
Weird thing? I woke up feeling like someone had taken and axe to one shoulder and half my neck. But the shoulder that Andrew had decided to be my Swedish masseuse named Sven on (which involved poking me with his index finger, and later spreading deep heat on my collar bone in a cavalier fashion XD XD) is feeling great! *cracks up*
There's blankets on this couch with me. They're teasing me. "Go on, fold us. You know you want to." Damn them.
Bec and Erik were dancing together in the clear space, 11am, Bec in a floral nightie, Erik in cargos and a bright orange shirt. Man, these people are perky for having been up all night. Wait, correction for having slept for about two hours O_O;;
They were SO SWEET! Like something out of a religious propoganda commercial. *sparkle* <33333
I was thoroughly weirded out though that I'd managed to sleep through the rest of the people leaving from Bec's Party, beds being set up, furniture being re-arranged to facilitate that, them all token sleeping (Java slept with Sam apparently, thats a whole lot of concentrated testosterone right there) and then everyone leaving after coffees and other nefarious breakfast activities. Bec and Erik had already had the cleaning effort WELL under way and all I could do was ask about what happened, be shocked and then stand around while Bec made me tea.
Weird thing? I woke up feeling like someone had taken and axe to one shoulder and half my neck. But the shoulder that Andrew had decided to be my Swedish masseuse named Sven on (which involved poking me with his index finger, and later spreading deep heat on my collar bone in a cavalier fashion XD XD) is feeling great! *cracks up*
There's blankets on this couch with me. They're teasing me. "Go on, fold us. You know you want to." Damn them.