Thorne's Party
The party was as much fun as I've been told. What made it more fun? RayZOR, for one, that lunatic. But also I brought Suzanne along and she mingled quite well and JB was there with JOHN, her husband! Bill Ransdale was there - god, the YEARS!!! Thorne does throw fabulous parties - the decorations were top notch and the costumes were fantabulous! Thorne thanks the people she knows, and you know what? It is just so.
I hopefully helped Reni get to the party and have fun - finding parking was a bitch. But it all worked out for the best.
Suzanne and I had got there early and picked up Thorne from her job to help decorate everything last minute. We transformed the insane mess that was the living room/dining room into Hell, and the small sweet bedroom upstairs into Heaven. DJ Neidermeyer spun upstairs and I can't remember the name of the guy who spun downstairs, but he needs more industrial/goth music training!
Danielle (a friend of Ray's and Mine) came over straight from RenFaire to hang with us for a while. She finally had to remove the corset she had been wearing THE ENTIRE DAY. She was bright and silly with us.
RayZOR had come in while I was out helping Reni find parking, so he went on a search for me and ran into Danielle and then I came in and people told me he was looking for me - I wanted to be the first to see him, but c'est la vie. Yet, he came looking for me... no prior bf has ever done that. There are so many things he does right!
Throughout the night he was doing goofy (and sometimes alarming) things like rubbing his chest against women's chests to say that they rubbed their chesticles with Snow White (yes, he had a Snow White outfit on... and the goblin mask with a red troll at the top and vines trailing behind.... ) and he asked JB to lay down on the floor (she was wearing virgin white, a little girl nightgown sorta thingee and John was in black with horns) and he laid atop her and dryhumped her - he was goofy the whole night and it was funny to see JB's face! But some people did have something to say about it in terms of objectionability versus our relationship. I did have to explain to him how it actually looked by asking him what his reaction would be if /I/ were the one doing that to guy chests... Not that what he was doing bothered me at all. Everyone knows we're a couple there and JB's my best friend and her hubby was there et al ad nauseum.
Methinks sometimes RayZOR's a bit innocent. Anyway, I danced myself silly and drank about six Smithwicks (thanks to Ransdale), bounced upstairs and downstairs and did a beer run with RayZOR in costume - oh yea, I wore a size 14/16 dark velvet dress and sewed on glow in the dark spiders, wearing spiderweb thigh highs and spiderweb arm warmers and a FANTABULOUS sage green witches had with feathers and fabric roses and netting and a veil almost the whole circumference with Spiders on them! I was a spiderwitch. We walked to the nearest beer distributer like this and people honked and generally cheered us on (especially RayZOR with his getup!)
He's always happy to see me. As the party was winding down, we sat together getting tired and goofy. He was VERY giggly by this point and said, let's lie down on the floor, and we did, wrapped around each other. I felt a draft around my ass, but I was pretty drunk and just didn't care. I understand my skirt (already short) had hiked up to (as Thorne put it) sexy ass curve.
Well, we both actually fell asleep. I vaguely remember comments, and I'm told it was along the lines of how adorable we looked together and how sweet we were together. I'm told that we were so entwined that his head looked like it was on my shoulders, hiding my head, and they couldn't make out where one ended and the other began. They put all the skulls around us like a sacrifice and then someone put a blanket over us. I woke up 'cause my shoulder cramped and just lay there enjoying the feel of Ray against me.
But I wanted to go home. It was cold and hard on that floor and Ray doesn't live far. I wanted to be in a bed next to him sleeping. He had invited Suzanne to stay over also (which is a HUGE FIRST for him since he's moved in there). But Ray was NOT driving. He was drunk. I couldn't anyway even if I were sober. But Suzanne saved the day; she was undrunk and I was coherent enough to make sure she could drive us home. I lost my shoes and Ransdale let me borrow his to walk me to the car. Vince helped with Ray who was pretty together but I felt he was still too tipsy to drive. We piled into Suzanne's car and I directed her home to Ray's (which I've done that day a few times; I'm quite proud of myself!). We got upstairs and gave Suzanne the bathroom (oh, yea, Suzanne was entirely in BLACK - including her skin! with horns and fangs) and Ray and I crawled into his bed and conked out.
I woke up at 7 and just HAD to take a bath and realized that I could not remove my contacts 'cause I had crazy glue residue on my fingernails (I stuck on glow in the dark spider nails) and so I took a shower and dealt with contacts in and went back to bed to stare at Ray and fell asleep again.
Jamel took pictures - you can see them at my myspace page, nervavels. It was a good night and a GREAT party.
Edit: I had to put this in: Ray's the first bf I've actually taken pictures with kissing. Happy Sighs.
I hopefully helped Reni get to the party and have fun - finding parking was a bitch. But it all worked out for the best.
Suzanne and I had got there early and picked up Thorne from her job to help decorate everything last minute. We transformed the insane mess that was the living room/dining room into Hell, and the small sweet bedroom upstairs into Heaven. DJ Neidermeyer spun upstairs and I can't remember the name of the guy who spun downstairs, but he needs more industrial/goth music training!
Danielle (a friend of Ray's and Mine) came over straight from RenFaire to hang with us for a while. She finally had to remove the corset she had been wearing THE ENTIRE DAY. She was bright and silly with us.
RayZOR had come in while I was out helping Reni find parking, so he went on a search for me and ran into Danielle and then I came in and people told me he was looking for me - I wanted to be the first to see him, but c'est la vie. Yet, he came looking for me... no prior bf has ever done that. There are so many things he does right!
Throughout the night he was doing goofy (and sometimes alarming) things like rubbing his chest against women's chests to say that they rubbed their chesticles with Snow White (yes, he had a Snow White outfit on... and the goblin mask with a red troll at the top and vines trailing behind.... ) and he asked JB to lay down on the floor (she was wearing virgin white, a little girl nightgown sorta thingee and John was in black with horns) and he laid atop her and dryhumped her - he was goofy the whole night and it was funny to see JB's face! But some people did have something to say about it in terms of objectionability versus our relationship. I did have to explain to him how it actually looked by asking him what his reaction would be if /I/ were the one doing that to guy chests... Not that what he was doing bothered me at all. Everyone knows we're a couple there and JB's my best friend and her hubby was there et al ad nauseum.
Methinks sometimes RayZOR's a bit innocent. Anyway, I danced myself silly and drank about six Smithwicks (thanks to Ransdale), bounced upstairs and downstairs and did a beer run with RayZOR in costume - oh yea, I wore a size 14/16 dark velvet dress and sewed on glow in the dark spiders, wearing spiderweb thigh highs and spiderweb arm warmers and a FANTABULOUS sage green witches had with feathers and fabric roses and netting and a veil almost the whole circumference with Spiders on them! I was a spiderwitch. We walked to the nearest beer distributer like this and people honked and generally cheered us on (especially RayZOR with his getup!)
He's always happy to see me. As the party was winding down, we sat together getting tired and goofy. He was VERY giggly by this point and said, let's lie down on the floor, and we did, wrapped around each other. I felt a draft around my ass, but I was pretty drunk and just didn't care. I understand my skirt (already short) had hiked up to (as Thorne put it) sexy ass curve.
Well, we both actually fell asleep. I vaguely remember comments, and I'm told it was along the lines of how adorable we looked together and how sweet we were together. I'm told that we were so entwined that his head looked like it was on my shoulders, hiding my head, and they couldn't make out where one ended and the other began. They put all the skulls around us like a sacrifice and then someone put a blanket over us. I woke up 'cause my shoulder cramped and just lay there enjoying the feel of Ray against me.
But I wanted to go home. It was cold and hard on that floor and Ray doesn't live far. I wanted to be in a bed next to him sleeping. He had invited Suzanne to stay over also (which is a HUGE FIRST for him since he's moved in there). But Ray was NOT driving. He was drunk. I couldn't anyway even if I were sober. But Suzanne saved the day; she was undrunk and I was coherent enough to make sure she could drive us home. I lost my shoes and Ransdale let me borrow his to walk me to the car. Vince helped with Ray who was pretty together but I felt he was still too tipsy to drive. We piled into Suzanne's car and I directed her home to Ray's (which I've done that day a few times; I'm quite proud of myself!). We got upstairs and gave Suzanne the bathroom (oh, yea, Suzanne was entirely in BLACK - including her skin! with horns and fangs) and Ray and I crawled into his bed and conked out.
I woke up at 7 and just HAD to take a bath and realized that I could not remove my contacts 'cause I had crazy glue residue on my fingernails (I stuck on glow in the dark spider nails) and so I took a shower and dealt with contacts in and went back to bed to stare at Ray and fell asleep again.
Jamel took pictures - you can see them at my myspace page, nervavels. It was a good night and a GREAT party.
Edit: I had to put this in: Ray's the first bf I've actually taken pictures with kissing. Happy Sighs.