Holy Hangovers
Good morning, friends and enemies, and happy Easter! Thank you to the party-goers last night, and thank you to Hart, who drove me home. The party was a great success and I anticipate the lounge to get a nice amount of attention as a sort of quiet centerpiece of The House.
Roman, your assistant seems sweet. I'm surprised she made it at all, let alone four plus days. Hopefully you found the answer to your question interesting, if nothing else. Strangely appropriate, isn't it? Really a curse that follows my family.
And you know, I do vaguely recall burning myself whilst waving a cigarette around during conversation, but I didn't properly remember it until I woke up and found a red mark on my forearm. Scars of war.
Last night when I was back at my apartment and black-out drunk, I stumbled around and hid Easter eggs. I have no idea where any of them are, and I only remember that I hid them because I left a note for myself. I'm pretty sure that I'd have remembered by now, even without the note.
So, I get to amuse myself by popping around my apartment, looking for eggs, hoping I find twelve and hoping they didn't break when I was hiding them (they're the hollow type, none of this pansy hardboiled shit). If nothing else, I can have Asmodeus go hunting for them. I'm sure he'd enjoy that.
Have a lovely Sunday, darlings.
ETA: Wonderful! Two of my favorite people coming over for Easter dinner.
Roman, your assistant seems sweet. I'm surprised she made it at all, let alone four plus days. Hopefully you found the answer to your question interesting, if nothing else. Strangely appropriate, isn't it? Really a curse that follows my family.
And you know, I do vaguely recall burning myself whilst waving a cigarette around during conversation, but I didn't properly remember it until I woke up and found a red mark on my forearm. Scars of war.
Last night when I was back at my apartment and black-out drunk, I stumbled around and hid Easter eggs. I have no idea where any of them are, and I only remember that I hid them because I left a note for myself. I'm pretty sure that I'd have remembered by now, even without the note.
So, I get to amuse myself by popping around my apartment, looking for eggs, hoping I find twelve and hoping they didn't break when I was hiding them (they're the hollow type, none of this pansy hardboiled shit). If nothing else, I can have Asmodeus go hunting for them. I'm sure he'd enjoy that.
Have a lovely Sunday, darlings.
ETA: Wonderful! Two of my favorite people coming over for Easter dinner.