Saturday. So we woke up and ate a lot of eggs and bacon and toast, then went to a cafe where we had good hot chocolate and bad service. Back to the flat, where I took Tess to the bus station and basically acted like a pushy New Yorker to get her on the bus (an Evil Man thought it was funny to tease us that her bus was full--grrrr). Back home and more pizza, out to get booze, then we called
fiatincantatum who had just seen the picture and we each hogged the phone in turn.
Then a party at Clio's! Which entailed:
--Lesbians on my bed, including Kym, spent after her massage.
--Elka bartending. Elka rocks.
--Ivy wearing Femme's corset, after a discussion about the perfect bras of the Canadian army.
--Much drawing of Seamus and Dean. Thank you Val, Ali and Lisse, and thank you Emily for the wrangling. Scans to come.
--Dancing to classic rock.
--The end of my gin and kaluha. But oh, what a lovely death they had!
--The throwing of booty--Pirate and otherwise.
--Discussion of Dan Radcliffe's future crack addiction. (It's a long story.)
--Much LJ'ing and Y!M'ing.
Am still recovering. In a good way.