Palaeo Christmas Party
I don't know if anyone else heard it. Maybe I was hearing things, but I do believe that when I enterred the party room in my pinstripe suit carrying two Tommy bungs, I heard the muttered opinion: "she looks like a lesbian"
Which was nice.
Anyway, the gangster outift was a success, I won a bottle of champagne for best costume - much to the chagrin of the Admin assistant who actually had the more popular costume but whose immediate superior was giving out the prizes.
And I was propositioned by a great auk.
It was funny how it happened. I was serving drinks behind the bar, and the Auk in question - a gatecrasher from zoology - and her friend were talking to me while I served her. I say talking, I mean 'wildly and drunkenly appreciating my costume.'
"Are you wearing tights or stockings?" she says, in a trying to catch me out authenticity way (to which: Dude, my underwear was thirties style, if not actually twenties.)
"Stockings," I say in my "of course," voice because as anyone who knows me knows well, I do not wear tights. They suck.
And of course, I have to prove this in a perfectly modest manner, and she and her (male) mate get all excited.
"Shame you're not gay," she says. "You're not gay, are you?"
"Actually," say I, sipping my drink, and beginning to feel a lttle auk (HAHAHA I PUN!) ward, "I am."
"What? What? OMIGOD THAT NEVER WORKS! What are you doing tomorrow?" With a wink.
"I'm in a relationship."
"Oh well, you know, when you break up."
"Not planning to do that, either..."
And it was all very very uncomfortable. I'm sure she was drunk and all, but the aggressive behviour? Not endearijng her to me in the slightest. Leching's just as unacceptable when you're a woman, you know.
(Hey, shut up, you. I do it with claaaass.)
So yes, party was nice, if tame. I got chocolate from Secret Santa and champagne for my outfit. Then I came back to the parentals. Where there was a present from andrewhickey and holly_lama waiting for me! So thank you very much!
(Also, i got your card, chlorrel. Thanks)
Today I have a hangover that's nothing near in proportion to the amount I actually drank last night. Bah, stupid cheap wine.
This morning was spent getting ready for the party this afternoon, for the Maternal Unit. And much of that was spent trying to calm down an overly stressed and rather high pitched Schwester. We're ready, though. Lots of food, tidy house, clean glasses.
I'm updating now on the MU's computer using IE7 - which is like Firefox without all the extensions that makes Firefox so good, and without the arsing spellcheck! Bastard - and the new LJ update page.
Which is perfectly functional, so I'm not sure I see what all the fuss is about there.
I loves me some semagic, yes I does.
Which was nice.
Anyway, the gangster outift was a success, I won a bottle of champagne for best costume - much to the chagrin of the Admin assistant who actually had the more popular costume but whose immediate superior was giving out the prizes.
And I was propositioned by a great auk.
It was funny how it happened. I was serving drinks behind the bar, and the Auk in question - a gatecrasher from zoology - and her friend were talking to me while I served her. I say talking, I mean 'wildly and drunkenly appreciating my costume.'
"Are you wearing tights or stockings?" she says, in a trying to catch me out authenticity way (to which: Dude, my underwear was thirties style, if not actually twenties.)
"Stockings," I say in my "of course," voice because as anyone who knows me knows well, I do not wear tights. They suck.
And of course, I have to prove this in a perfectly modest manner, and she and her (male) mate get all excited.
"Shame you're not gay," she says. "You're not gay, are you?"
"Actually," say I, sipping my drink, and beginning to feel a lttle auk (HAHAHA I PUN!) ward, "I am."
"What? What? OMIGOD THAT NEVER WORKS! What are you doing tomorrow?" With a wink.
"I'm in a relationship."
"Oh well, you know, when you break up."
"Not planning to do that, either..."
And it was all very very uncomfortable. I'm sure she was drunk and all, but the aggressive behviour? Not endearijng her to me in the slightest. Leching's just as unacceptable when you're a woman, you know.
(Hey, shut up, you. I do it with claaaass.)
So yes, party was nice, if tame. I got chocolate from Secret Santa and champagne for my outfit. Then I came back to the parentals. Where there was a present from andrewhickey and holly_lama waiting for me! So thank you very much!
(Also, i got your card, chlorrel. Thanks)
Today I have a hangover that's nothing near in proportion to the amount I actually drank last night. Bah, stupid cheap wine.
This morning was spent getting ready for the party this afternoon, for the Maternal Unit. And much of that was spent trying to calm down an overly stressed and rather high pitched Schwester. We're ready, though. Lots of food, tidy house, clean glasses.
I'm updating now on the MU's computer using IE7 - which is like Firefox without all the extensions that makes Firefox so good, and without the arsing spellcheck! Bastard - and the new LJ update page.
Which is perfectly functional, so I'm not sure I see what all the fuss is about there.
I loves me some semagic, yes I does.