Hop, Lindy, Hop?
Hm. So though I'm not joining the crowd of those who have crazy drunken hijinks, I did manage to join the crowd who was crazy, drunk, and went off to have hijinks. We had a bunch of people come down this weekend - new people from Com, visitors from Com, visitors from Tour de Bois (including their director)... I think that there were 11 extra people here this weekend? Queen was less than thrilled - she had okayed a quiet get-together of, say, 5 extra people, and ended up with a rather noisy (shh, don't say party) with quite a few more.
And then they decided they wanted to go to New Swing Saturday night. New Swing being the sole discotheque in the area (yes I'm spelling it like it's german, because frankly I don't know how to spell it in french). I gotta admit, I went along for the name. And they did play 2, maybe 3 legitimate swing songs. Which I did get to dance. But the rest was techno, I suppose club music. I don't know - neither Lindy nor Allison go clubbing, ever.
The place itself was super-tacky: rotating lights and disco balls and smoke machines; evidently we got there a little early (midnightish) because the place was dead. But the Gorg and Hoola had fun on the stripper poles (... it may be better not to ask) and the place picked up by 2 or so (wasn't wearing my watch... we left around 3:30.) Pretty sure that there was a french boy who attempted to pick me up... as I couldn't actually understand what he was saying, and I'm not really interested in being picked up by a french boy, I went back to my friends/people I know/people who speak English. Awkward moment of the evening was probably when I was sitting next to Queen and Otis (who didn't want me to sit alone, though I could have happily done that and people-watched and not felt like a 3rd wheel...) and someone else sat at the other end of the couch and I was forcibly shoved in his direction. (Just because I saw nearly all of our group making out with someone before the end of the night, did not mean that I particularly wanted to join them.)
Ace evidently redeemed himself in Hoola's eyes by coming and saving her from some French dude who was dancing sketchily with her. I'm hoping that I can get past my Utter Dislike of him and just move along and work with him. Because this dislike is pretty ridiculous, especially if he's going to atttempt to be a pleasant person to be around. (Though he still hasn't said 2 words to me, personally. Meh. Grr. Etc.)
Twas fun, to dance. Less fun making sure our super-drunk people made it back to the van-cab. I had borrowed a pair of Hoola's flats because flip-flops weren't allowed? But I ended up trading shoes so that one of our drunk people could actually make it down to the bathroom before the cab. And... her shoes were insane. I don't do stilettoes. I especially don't do ridiculously tall stilettoes that are a size and a half too small. Ow.
We've got kids coming today. Actually didn't really become Allison for this weekend - we tend to readopt our real names for the weekends at least, but because all the other camp people came, we just kind of stuck to camp names. Meh. So I'll be Lindy for a longer time frame, and rebecome Allison this weekend. Last name themes are spiderman villains this time around - so I'll be Lindy Doctor Octopus for the week.
And then they decided they wanted to go to New Swing Saturday night. New Swing being the sole discotheque in the area (yes I'm spelling it like it's german, because frankly I don't know how to spell it in french). I gotta admit, I went along for the name. And they did play 2, maybe 3 legitimate swing songs. Which I did get to dance. But the rest was techno, I suppose club music. I don't know - neither Lindy nor Allison go clubbing, ever.
The place itself was super-tacky: rotating lights and disco balls and smoke machines; evidently we got there a little early (midnightish) because the place was dead. But the Gorg and Hoola had fun on the stripper poles (... it may be better not to ask) and the place picked up by 2 or so (wasn't wearing my watch... we left around 3:30.) Pretty sure that there was a french boy who attempted to pick me up... as I couldn't actually understand what he was saying, and I'm not really interested in being picked up by a french boy, I went back to my friends/people I know/people who speak English. Awkward moment of the evening was probably when I was sitting next to Queen and Otis (who didn't want me to sit alone, though I could have happily done that and people-watched and not felt like a 3rd wheel...) and someone else sat at the other end of the couch and I was forcibly shoved in his direction. (Just because I saw nearly all of our group making out with someone before the end of the night, did not mean that I particularly wanted to join them.)
Ace evidently redeemed himself in Hoola's eyes by coming and saving her from some French dude who was dancing sketchily with her. I'm hoping that I can get past my Utter Dislike of him and just move along and work with him. Because this dislike is pretty ridiculous, especially if he's going to atttempt to be a pleasant person to be around. (Though he still hasn't said 2 words to me, personally. Meh. Grr. Etc.)
Twas fun, to dance. Less fun making sure our super-drunk people made it back to the van-cab. I had borrowed a pair of Hoola's flats because flip-flops weren't allowed? But I ended up trading shoes so that one of our drunk people could actually make it down to the bathroom before the cab. And... her shoes were insane. I don't do stilettoes. I especially don't do ridiculously tall stilettoes that are a size and a half too small. Ow.
We've got kids coming today. Actually didn't really become Allison for this weekend - we tend to readopt our real names for the weekends at least, but because all the other camp people came, we just kind of stuck to camp names. Meh. So I'll be Lindy for a longer time frame, and rebecome Allison this weekend. Last name themes are spiderman villains this time around - so I'll be Lindy Doctor Octopus for the week.