I missed Hornblower tonight!
[mood|
Drunk ]
[music|The prom scene of QaF, in my head ]
Well, it's Tuesday and I forgot Horatio was on, so now I can't very well watch next week's episode because there'll be a huge plot hole! Oh well, the housemates were watching Canadian Idol and we had fun making fun of them while Coch imitated them.
Presently, I am inebriated. I remember the second time I was drunk (not such a classy word when you think on it), I remember telling Katie that I wasn't drunk because I could still say 'incapacitated'. Heh, I can still spell it, unless my eyes have crossed so badly that that looks right.
Anyways, the housemates took me to Squirrely's where we expected karaoke for Coch, but it doesn't start till next week. Oh well. I ordered a rum and coke and then told Coch after that it was my first bar (and legal) drink, so there was a second of hooplahs and then a guy they know bought me a rum and coke. Whee, birthday drink! Pretty drunk and I only spent $4. Sweeeeet. Duuuude... I apologize...
We got home about 15 minutes ago and we're all going to sleep because they're showing me Guelph in relation to our house. And going shopping.
I'm sorry this isn't more of a drunken and hysterically funny rambling, but it's just not coming. All I can think of is "Goddamn, I wish Brian Kinney were real so I could ogle him desperately" and "Why did I have to miss Hornblower? Horatio and Bush slash for Christ's sake!"
Final note: this morning I sat in the living room and read the Da Vinci Code for a couple of hours. So good! I can't put it down! I'm about half way through and one of my favourite parts is the left-handed/evil correlation. I even wrote it down in my quotes book it was that good.
Ok, the inebriated eyelids are closing and my brain is trying to make a really hot Brian/Justin/Horatio/Archie crossover, which means I need sleep. 'Night! And may Rage the Gay Crusader protect you always. (I freaking LOVE this icon.)
Edit: I can't remember what I was going to add. Dammit. Well that apparently wasn't important.
Drunk ]
[music|The prom scene of QaF, in my head ]
Well, it's Tuesday and I forgot Horatio was on, so now I can't very well watch next week's episode because there'll be a huge plot hole! Oh well, the housemates were watching Canadian Idol and we had fun making fun of them while Coch imitated them.
Presently, I am inebriated. I remember the second time I was drunk (not such a classy word when you think on it), I remember telling Katie that I wasn't drunk because I could still say 'incapacitated'. Heh, I can still spell it, unless my eyes have crossed so badly that that looks right.
Anyways, the housemates took me to Squirrely's where we expected karaoke for Coch, but it doesn't start till next week. Oh well. I ordered a rum and coke and then told Coch after that it was my first bar (and legal) drink, so there was a second of hooplahs and then a guy they know bought me a rum and coke. Whee, birthday drink! Pretty drunk and I only spent $4. Sweeeeet. Duuuude... I apologize...
We got home about 15 minutes ago and we're all going to sleep because they're showing me Guelph in relation to our house. And going shopping.
I'm sorry this isn't more of a drunken and hysterically funny rambling, but it's just not coming. All I can think of is "Goddamn, I wish Brian Kinney were real so I could ogle him desperately" and "Why did I have to miss Hornblower? Horatio and Bush slash for Christ's sake!"
Final note: this morning I sat in the living room and read the Da Vinci Code for a couple of hours. So good! I can't put it down! I'm about half way through and one of my favourite parts is the left-handed/evil correlation. I even wrote it down in my quotes book it was that good.
Ok, the inebriated eyelids are closing and my brain is trying to make a really hot Brian/Justin/Horatio/Archie crossover, which means I need sleep. 'Night! And may Rage the Gay Crusader protect you always. (I freaking LOVE this icon.)
Edit: I can't remember what I was going to add. Dammit. Well that apparently wasn't important.