Had a wonderful afternoon hanging out with
jocondite. We went to starbucks and had red cup drinks (I tried the black cherry mocha, it was not particularly cherry flavoured but its mocha-ness was excellent), toasted Bronx Mowgli, flailed a lot because babybabybaby and generally chatted and giggled like the sage and and sane and genteel persons we are (some of this is lies. :D)
And then we came back to my place and I forced rather a lot of books upon her, and we bonded over Chalet School (!! <3) and I am now determined to find my copy of the Cricket Term (I'm SURE I have one damnit) so she can see the beauty that is Antonia Forrest as well. And then we watched five episodes of the West Wing. \o/ Let me just say, I think the indoctrination went very well. She has already passed through the first two stages of fannish infatuation (1. "omg tell me there's a lot of slash." 2. "I need icons!") and it was just gleeeeeeeeemaking. &TWW;
Out of context quotes (from what I can remember):
"So Brendon becomes a tantic sex expert... now he can last just as long as a normal person!"
"We slash across the placental barrier!"
"It's like Slashers Across America, except with the unborn."
Also we both kept saying wildly dodgy things without thinking ("dear brain, please proofread before delivering to the mouth!") and then mocking each other, and it was kind of excellent. YAY FANGIRLS. Also, I am working on applying peer pressure in an attempt to up the Kiwi contingent at Muskrat Jamboree. Those of you to whom this applies should assist me in this endeavour and make puppy-eyes at Ms B. and remind her to sign up to the waitlist and so on. <3
...and now I am stupidly tired given it's only midnight on Saturday and I may take an early night. <3