"But I don't want to be the ship's bicycle. Think of all the STDs!"
Now that the never-ending agony and trauma that was the Dean/Castiel BigBang is over, I feel I can actually post normal-type things to my LJ again. Also, NO MORE EDITING PARTAAAAAY!!!
So, I have now reached the epic age of thirty. And what did I do for my thirieth birthday? I chose to go to the Old Operating Theatre, which was disturbing and magical and very interesting, followed by tea at a greasy spoon. I then went to check out the new Medieval rooms at the V&A, and got completely and hiddeously lost somewhere in the Britain 1700-1900 rooms. cienna and I then proceeded to spend a large amount of money having Champagne Afternoon Tea at The Brown's Hotel. This was amazing. We had endless tea, incredible scones, and felt very posh. And very poor afterwards.
Despite the rain and the Underground being a bitch (when is it not?), we made it over to Leicester Square to meet up with a few other people. The pub I had chosen was sadly filled with noisy Dutch football fans, so I fell back on another pub I know around the corner. Had some wine. Had lots of wine. Probably had too much wine. Because we then decided to go to dinner. We ended up at our favourite Chinese place in China town where we had amazing food, discussed Supernatural, fic and learned the word for "spoilers" in Japanese. Unfortunately, at some point in the evening my watch had stopped and it was a lot later than I thought when we finally rolled our way back to the Underground to go home. Still, I had a great day, and got some lovely presents, and thanks to all you lovely people who came to the pub with me!
Aside from leaving my youth far behind me in a blaze of tea, alcohol and nineteenth century chloroform bottles, I have of course been watching new shiny seasons.
Thus far, I LOVE YOU MERLIN. Colin is smiley and cute, and somehow I have managed to not be offended by the continued repetition of plotlines. I LU GERWAIN. I LYOUR HAIR!
Err. SPN. I reserve judgement. Dean + baby is adorable. It might be a sad indication that cienna and I had to drink very heavily before we could bear to watch the second episode. As such, I can't decide if the fact that I enjoyed it well enough was because I was drunk or not. Distressingly, I don't mind Lisa at all.
Fringe: You rock my world.
In a shocking turn of events completely unrelated to television in any way, I read a book. A complete one! This is a very rare thing, as I am very easily bored/distracted/not particularly inspired by novels. However, thanks to cienna and gnine's magical influence, I am now in fully-fledged obsession mode with the Patrick O'Brian Aubrey/Maturin series. My god it's a thing of beauty and frolicking Napoleonic Naval gay love. Can't. Stop. Reading.
So, I'll just be over here, writing historical tentacle fic like the strange and unusual person I am.
Clearly, turning thirty hasn't changed me at all...
So, I have now reached the epic age of thirty. And what did I do for my thirieth birthday? I chose to go to the Old Operating Theatre, which was disturbing and magical and very interesting, followed by tea at a greasy spoon. I then went to check out the new Medieval rooms at the V&A, and got completely and hiddeously lost somewhere in the Britain 1700-1900 rooms. cienna and I then proceeded to spend a large amount of money having Champagne Afternoon Tea at The Brown's Hotel. This was amazing. We had endless tea, incredible scones, and felt very posh. And very poor afterwards.
Despite the rain and the Underground being a bitch (when is it not?), we made it over to Leicester Square to meet up with a few other people. The pub I had chosen was sadly filled with noisy Dutch football fans, so I fell back on another pub I know around the corner. Had some wine. Had lots of wine. Probably had too much wine. Because we then decided to go to dinner. We ended up at our favourite Chinese place in China town where we had amazing food, discussed Supernatural, fic and learned the word for "spoilers" in Japanese. Unfortunately, at some point in the evening my watch had stopped and it was a lot later than I thought when we finally rolled our way back to the Underground to go home. Still, I had a great day, and got some lovely presents, and thanks to all you lovely people who came to the pub with me!
Aside from leaving my youth far behind me in a blaze of tea, alcohol and nineteenth century chloroform bottles, I have of course been watching new shiny seasons.
Thus far, I LOVE YOU MERLIN. Colin is smiley and cute, and somehow I have managed to not be offended by the continued repetition of plotlines. I LU GERWAIN. I LYOUR HAIR!
Err. SPN. I reserve judgement. Dean + baby is adorable. It might be a sad indication that cienna and I had to drink very heavily before we could bear to watch the second episode. As such, I can't decide if the fact that I enjoyed it well enough was because I was drunk or not. Distressingly, I don't mind Lisa at all.
Fringe: You rock my world.
In a shocking turn of events completely unrelated to television in any way, I read a book. A complete one! This is a very rare thing, as I am very easily bored/distracted/not particularly inspired by novels. However, thanks to cienna and gnine's magical influence, I am now in fully-fledged obsession mode with the Patrick O'Brian Aubrey/Maturin series. My god it's a thing of beauty and frolicking Napoleonic Naval gay love. Can't. Stop. Reading.
So, I'll just be over here, writing historical tentacle fic like the strange and unusual person I am.
Clearly, turning thirty hasn't changed me at all...