Immense love for Emma, oh, and my weekend.
Emma wrote me haiku!!! I love Emma.
Starsky said: 'Nice legs!'
Hutch wiggled his perfect ass.
They mad violent love.
Hutch said: 'Nice blue eyes!'
Starsky fluttered his lashes.
They fell together.
Awww.
Emma came over Sunday and watched a couple of eps, and being as how special_trille had shown up at my place at 8pm on Saturday night and refused to leave, she was forced to watched them too.
laughing in a fiendish way
Trille watched episodes of Starsky and Hutch!! Ha Ha Ha. Must remember to thank her personally for not making any derisive or mocking comments. Very forbearing of you, babe!
Then they left and silver_b_a and cricketk came over and watched...Starsky and Hutch episodes. At least one of which I'd watched not two hours previously.
mutters to self I'm just intensely focussed....
Then Silver took the munchkin home and Cricket and I settled in for some intense and focussed Trivial Pursuit playing. Game surprisingly went on for many hours. Now we could blame my edition, which is like, a dozen years old (!) but since we arbitrarily rejected cards we claimed were 'dated' and gave each other clues periodically I don't know how well that excuse stands up. Or we could blame the alcohol, but since the ratio of rum to mixer was such that Cricket was still good to drive home, that too may be not very believable. An unbiased observer, for example, might claim the reason the game went on for so so long is related to the fact that we had Starsky and Hutch on, allegedly 'in the background', and in fact much of our time and attention during the night was devoted to the watching of and discussions of;
1 Starsky's body, which we agree is *hot* and that we want to have sex with it. Actually that was me. Cricket may have been just expressing support for my wanting have sex with someone.
2 Hutch's long legs and gorgeous bum.
3 70's clothes. Must campaign to bring back tight, tight clothes for men. As in, we know which way the boys 'dress', tight.
4 Every slashy gesture that took place. Of course.
It was fab. There was game playing, yummy alcohol, bonding with mate, and my fave fandom. sigh
Saturday night was comfy and snuggly. mr_booboo and special_trille dropped by after going to see Troy, and good mates that they are, were not at all disconcerted by my revoltingly mismatched blue and pink pyjamas, or my autocratic laying down the law that an hour and half discussion between them over the merits of the movie and more specifically the merits of Orlando Bloom's acting ability, or lack there of, was about quite enough, thank you very much. You can catch the highlights on Boo's lj. On a personal note, not planning on paying money to see this film. Ever.
And Friday. The Boo's birthday party. Yummy pasta and Kilkenny's in town, followed by much intense shooting each other and random strangers with laser guns in near darkness. Boo mentioned recently that she, Cricket and I are considered somewhat...competetive. There may be an element of truth in that. As in Cricket and I watching nearly all our mates don blue team harnesses and then going off, Cricket to red team, me to yellow. I don't know about anyone else, but I was there to shoot my friends. A lot. Is that bad?
earnestly Really, I love my friends.
Must do that again soon. Anyone?
Starsky said: 'Nice legs!'
Hutch wiggled his perfect ass.
They mad violent love.
Hutch said: 'Nice blue eyes!'
Starsky fluttered his lashes.
They fell together.
Awww.
Emma came over Sunday and watched a couple of eps, and being as how special_trille had shown up at my place at 8pm on Saturday night and refused to leave, she was forced to watched them too.
laughing in a fiendish way
Trille watched episodes of Starsky and Hutch!! Ha Ha Ha. Must remember to thank her personally for not making any derisive or mocking comments. Very forbearing of you, babe!
Then they left and silver_b_a and cricketk came over and watched...Starsky and Hutch episodes. At least one of which I'd watched not two hours previously.
mutters to self I'm just intensely focussed....
Then Silver took the munchkin home and Cricket and I settled in for some intense and focussed Trivial Pursuit playing. Game surprisingly went on for many hours. Now we could blame my edition, which is like, a dozen years old (!) but since we arbitrarily rejected cards we claimed were 'dated' and gave each other clues periodically I don't know how well that excuse stands up. Or we could blame the alcohol, but since the ratio of rum to mixer was such that Cricket was still good to drive home, that too may be not very believable. An unbiased observer, for example, might claim the reason the game went on for so so long is related to the fact that we had Starsky and Hutch on, allegedly 'in the background', and in fact much of our time and attention during the night was devoted to the watching of and discussions of;
1 Starsky's body, which we agree is *hot* and that we want to have sex with it. Actually that was me. Cricket may have been just expressing support for my wanting have sex with someone.
2 Hutch's long legs and gorgeous bum.
3 70's clothes. Must campaign to bring back tight, tight clothes for men. As in, we know which way the boys 'dress', tight.
4 Every slashy gesture that took place. Of course.
It was fab. There was game playing, yummy alcohol, bonding with mate, and my fave fandom. sigh
Saturday night was comfy and snuggly. mr_booboo and special_trille dropped by after going to see Troy, and good mates that they are, were not at all disconcerted by my revoltingly mismatched blue and pink pyjamas, or my autocratic laying down the law that an hour and half discussion between them over the merits of the movie and more specifically the merits of Orlando Bloom's acting ability, or lack there of, was about quite enough, thank you very much. You can catch the highlights on Boo's lj. On a personal note, not planning on paying money to see this film. Ever.
And Friday. The Boo's birthday party. Yummy pasta and Kilkenny's in town, followed by much intense shooting each other and random strangers with laser guns in near darkness. Boo mentioned recently that she, Cricket and I are considered somewhat...competetive. There may be an element of truth in that. As in Cricket and I watching nearly all our mates don blue team harnesses and then going off, Cricket to red team, me to yellow. I don't know about anyone else, but I was there to shoot my friends. A lot. Is that bad?
earnestly Really, I love my friends.
Must do that again soon. Anyone?