parties over....
despite warning and whatnot and bringing your own booze...
you have all decided my open bathroom was not the puke-site:
but my poor Cot and my miniature collection of tiny Earth kitchen replicas!
Uhura i WILL make you glue those back together!
and apparently for not allowing Chekhov to join in the festivities i made him cry in his room.
then in loosing a bet with Sulu on how many cups of hot chocolate with vodka i could drink- i am now bound to have some kind of underage friendly get-together that the ensign can go to.
i don't do tea-parties but if anyone has an idea- please lords above tell me.
perhaps Spock knows about tea-parties... he does drink a lot of that liquid crap.