Reportage
Right. So. The weekend in full. Firstly, photos so far are here (mine) and here (thipe's, conveying a lot more of the HORROR).
It all started off so well too. So unhorrifyingly.
Flight was on time, Ukko (Who Still Does Not Have Enough Angst for LJ) picked me up and we went VROOOOOM all the way down the motorway. It's not every day to you get to go at around 120mph. But it should be.
Made it to the hotel for bang on midday and proceeded straight to bar and Clique Forming while waiting for being_here, Thipe and Malvino to arrive, at which point we took ourselves off to the pub for lunch and drinking. And some more drinking. There was also drinking. Lots more people gradually arrived and there was more drinking.
And the barman who was Not!Tom. And german, thus Das UBAR TOM (stronger, faster, better!)
There was much intelligent and insightful discussion of fine art and literature and philosphy, while wearing Top Hats (well, a top hat, it got passed round) and other people's glasses. And bra comparing. And the like.
And the HOFF Badges of Taunting provided by fabricati_diem who would have been made to suffer for it later, had he not had much bigger worries by then ;p
All jolly good fun and mostly there was a lot of catching up with people I don't see nearly often enough and should see more off. And 60 or so other mudders ;p And drinking. Did I mention the drinking?
Oh and some being mean to tiquetoque, but that's practically traditional now (sorry Tique. Again. ;p).
Then the bar shut (awww) and we went to the hotel bar (yay!). And drank some more.
Talked some more, even to different people. Then the hotel bar shut (aww) and we brought out the first of the Many Crates O' Cider (yay!). And then it was about 3am. And there was singing.
Then there was the drinking of neat Vodka of Interesting Physical Properties, at which point going to bed probably would have been the best idea, but I went back to the bar instead and it's all a bit of a blank from there on and I'm still not *quite* sure how I ended going to sleep on the bedroom floor two hours later, but the half empty bottle of fizz could be a clue...
It was a damn fine day/afternoon/evening/night. But I *may* have drunk a bit too much.
This part will be shorter. Saturday mostly consisted of Being Unwell and various abortive attempts at going to the pub, being incapable of conversation/interaction/drinking, then going back to bed again, which resulted in remaining sober. Which didn't help with the HORROR. Involving the hoff and clowns and sharks (NATURE'S ZOMBIES!)
Did manage to revive enough for the quiz, where TEAM HORROR made a valient attempt and may still win (Dasquian, it's on your To Do List!), even if our lovely art and accompanying haiku was not fully appreciated.
Then, tried to go to bed. But alas the bedroom was turned into the Chamber of Horrors, with far more discussion of teabagging than there should ever be.
And the very VERY detailed plan Dasquian has for getting an Office Monkey (called Chip, unless it's an ugly monkey, in which case it will be called Chopper and have stanley knives).
On the other hand, there was CIDER OF JOY, very touchingly supplied by adelpha which made it all a lot easier to bear (thank you!).
Sunday started better. Still feeling Rough but made it to breakfast, which was very civil, with discussions of forn travel and some history of bristol, instead of the usual loud obscenities and scaring Japanese tourists at 6.30am.
Then there was pub, and coke, and saying goodbye to people - never the fun part of the weekend, particularly after missing out on all of saturday.
Oh and a LOVELY PRESENT of a hoff t-shirt, which I must get a picture of. Gits ;p
Went for a walk around the New Shops then back to the hotel for FizzyGood MakeFeelNice and lunch and peppermint tea (seriously! Body so not happy).
Then PUB and the quiz machine of Great In-Joke Provision.
Some sample questions (and I am not making these up)
'Where are cornflakes made' A. USA B. Australia C. Cornflakia
'What drink has the slogan The Real Thing?' A. pepsi B. coke C. Realthingade
'What is a bearded tit?' A. a burrowing mammal B. a small bird C. Bill Oddie
And MORE CIDER. And some local asking Malvino if we were from Weight Watchers providing a great deal of hilarity. Which may have been partly why they looked like they were going to stab us, but I think it was mostly the very loud cackling and terrible things being done to the Turtle of Horror.
So we decided to make a run for it (and remembered the huge amounts of alcohol waiting back in the hotel room) and retired to the Chamber of Horrors with our Thin Girls (let out for the day. Sadly Gin's Thin Man escaped), Presto, Thoin, Gin and later Eri & Gweedo too.
There, much HORROR ensued, along with Spinal Tap, Veruca Salt, Heavy Metal Abba, SINGING SHATNER, breaking tiny_eri with cider, dancing, being International Ladies of Mystery, doing the Stonehenge Dance, flobbling, HORROR, cider of JOY, Hayseed Dixie, why you shouldn't have sex to Duelling Banjos, Bill Baillie, baby Vodka, DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, riding the turtle, Shower Gel of Wrong, laughing til it really, really hurt and, most horrific of ALL, the Hoff's reading of The Night Before Christmas. Til about 4am.
And finally it was over, with just the journey back to the aiport with Thipe and Being here, filled with HORROR EXCEPTIONELLE, more Abba and singing shatner again (WOE).
So, a good weekend. And that got a bit long.
In summary?
Friday = DoublePlusGood then Too Much Alcohol
Saturday = Ill
Sunday = HORROR (as illustrated thusly - )
It all started off so well too. So unhorrifyingly.
Flight was on time, Ukko (Who Still Does Not Have Enough Angst for LJ) picked me up and we went VROOOOOM all the way down the motorway. It's not every day to you get to go at around 120mph. But it should be.
Made it to the hotel for bang on midday and proceeded straight to bar and Clique Forming while waiting for being_here, Thipe and Malvino to arrive, at which point we took ourselves off to the pub for lunch and drinking. And some more drinking. There was also drinking. Lots more people gradually arrived and there was more drinking.
And the barman who was Not!Tom. And german, thus Das UBAR TOM (stronger, faster, better!)
There was much intelligent and insightful discussion of fine art and literature and philosphy, while wearing Top Hats (well, a top hat, it got passed round) and other people's glasses. And bra comparing. And the like.
And the HOFF Badges of Taunting provided by fabricati_diem who would have been made to suffer for it later, had he not had much bigger worries by then ;p
All jolly good fun and mostly there was a lot of catching up with people I don't see nearly often enough and should see more off. And 60 or so other mudders ;p And drinking. Did I mention the drinking?
Oh and some being mean to tiquetoque, but that's practically traditional now (sorry Tique. Again. ;p).
Then the bar shut (awww) and we went to the hotel bar (yay!). And drank some more.
Talked some more, even to different people. Then the hotel bar shut (aww) and we brought out the first of the Many Crates O' Cider (yay!). And then it was about 3am. And there was singing.
Then there was the drinking of neat Vodka of Interesting Physical Properties, at which point going to bed probably would have been the best idea, but I went back to the bar instead and it's all a bit of a blank from there on and I'm still not *quite* sure how I ended going to sleep on the bedroom floor two hours later, but the half empty bottle of fizz could be a clue...
It was a damn fine day/afternoon/evening/night. But I *may* have drunk a bit too much.
This part will be shorter. Saturday mostly consisted of Being Unwell and various abortive attempts at going to the pub, being incapable of conversation/interaction/drinking, then going back to bed again, which resulted in remaining sober. Which didn't help with the HORROR. Involving the hoff and clowns and sharks (NATURE'S ZOMBIES!)
Did manage to revive enough for the quiz, where TEAM HORROR made a valient attempt and may still win (Dasquian, it's on your To Do List!), even if our lovely art and accompanying haiku was not fully appreciated.
Then, tried to go to bed. But alas the bedroom was turned into the Chamber of Horrors, with far more discussion of teabagging than there should ever be.
And the very VERY detailed plan Dasquian has for getting an Office Monkey (called Chip, unless it's an ugly monkey, in which case it will be called Chopper and have stanley knives).
On the other hand, there was CIDER OF JOY, very touchingly supplied by adelpha which made it all a lot easier to bear (thank you!).
Sunday started better. Still feeling Rough but made it to breakfast, which was very civil, with discussions of forn travel and some history of bristol, instead of the usual loud obscenities and scaring Japanese tourists at 6.30am.
Then there was pub, and coke, and saying goodbye to people - never the fun part of the weekend, particularly after missing out on all of saturday.
Oh and a LOVELY PRESENT of a hoff t-shirt, which I must get a picture of. Gits ;p
Went for a walk around the New Shops then back to the hotel for FizzyGood MakeFeelNice and lunch and peppermint tea (seriously! Body so not happy).
Then PUB and the quiz machine of Great In-Joke Provision.
Some sample questions (and I am not making these up)
'Where are cornflakes made' A. USA B. Australia C. Cornflakia
'What drink has the slogan The Real Thing?' A. pepsi B. coke C. Realthingade
'What is a bearded tit?' A. a burrowing mammal B. a small bird C. Bill Oddie
And MORE CIDER. And some local asking Malvino if we were from Weight Watchers providing a great deal of hilarity. Which may have been partly why they looked like they were going to stab us, but I think it was mostly the very loud cackling and terrible things being done to the Turtle of Horror.
So we decided to make a run for it (and remembered the huge amounts of alcohol waiting back in the hotel room) and retired to the Chamber of Horrors with our Thin Girls (let out for the day. Sadly Gin's Thin Man escaped), Presto, Thoin, Gin and later Eri & Gweedo too.
There, much HORROR ensued, along with Spinal Tap, Veruca Salt, Heavy Metal Abba, SINGING SHATNER, breaking tiny_eri with cider, dancing, being International Ladies of Mystery, doing the Stonehenge Dance, flobbling, HORROR, cider of JOY, Hayseed Dixie, why you shouldn't have sex to Duelling Banjos, Bill Baillie, baby Vodka, DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, riding the turtle, Shower Gel of Wrong, laughing til it really, really hurt and, most horrific of ALL, the Hoff's reading of The Night Before Christmas. Til about 4am.
And finally it was over, with just the journey back to the aiport with Thipe and Being here, filled with HORROR EXCEPTIONELLE, more Abba and singing shatner again (WOE).
So, a good weekend. And that got a bit long.
In summary?
Friday = DoublePlusGood then Too Much Alcohol
Saturday = Ill
Sunday = HORROR (as illustrated thusly - )