Ooooooow. "Fear the Jaegerhorn", indeed....
So, Saturday night was quite the party night for me. First, there was gypsydemon's sushi meet, in which a new film society was launched, campaigns were wrapped up, and new plots were hatched. Then his friend and voice-of-conscience Vanessa persuaded me to play laser tag in North Van with her and some of her friends. I haven't done any such gaming in years, and my score showed, but it was fun. And night vampire hunts do have a certain frisson to them. Perhaps a movie idea in there.
Then, it was off to celebrate with my co-birthdayist cheekydevil at his house. I give a effusive if long winded toast, and quaffed the first of many draughts from the soon-to-be-infamous "Jaegerhorn". Which is as it sounds. A drinking horn, filled with Jaegermeister. The drink that saved the world, or so Spike once claimed.
But for me at least, it should really be a shooter not a chugger.
But while I had my faculties, I had a very good time, loosened up nicely, bonded some with mbarrick as we swapped tales of the Gothique Scene, talked a little bit with Mr. Dark and valerian about Vcons of old, Vampire lore and our city's place in the WoD. (I'm convinced she'd make the perfect Toreador Primogen.) There was much hot tubbing, lots of great music, and the booze flowed.
One little mystery -- a young lady came to the party, a friend of Reive's, as it turned out, who did not enter the hot tub but was in conversation with one of the other people there. She then turned, and kissed me. Deeply. I relay this because I crashed from alcohol consumption before I got the chance to see her again, so I'm hoping anyone who knows who I'm talking about can at least tell me if she regularly attends stuff, or if that was just the universe's way of telling me, "Hang in there."
Sadly, all the quaffing of Jaeger took its toll. I had enough presence of mind to call Joe when things started going swimmy, but I was dreading a repeat of the infamous New Year's 2003/2004 event. I know it came very close. I was rapidly becoming incoherent, and afraid of losing what grip I had left. Thankfully, contrasoma kept me upright and with one foot in reality as we waited for Joe to arrive. I got home, I toppled over, I slept, giving an instruction that I shouldn't try to work tomorrow as planned.
As it turns out, my liver is pretty good at filtering stuff out, but I was still pretty nauseous even in the afternoon, so I think I made the right call. But I stayed me, mostly, and no bathrooms were redecorated in vomit, so I have learned something.
Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone who hosted me, apologize to opium (who seemed a little distressed at my encroaching state of inebriation) if I caused her any worry, thank contrasoma for getting me out the door in one piece. I was even able to go back to the house in the late afternoon to pick up most of my abandoned gear. Still missing my belt of many things, but I doubt it's gone far.
Now for for my more modest party....
Then, it was off to celebrate with my co-birthdayist cheekydevil at his house. I give a effusive if long winded toast, and quaffed the first of many draughts from the soon-to-be-infamous "Jaegerhorn". Which is as it sounds. A drinking horn, filled with Jaegermeister. The drink that saved the world, or so Spike once claimed.
But for me at least, it should really be a shooter not a chugger.
But while I had my faculties, I had a very good time, loosened up nicely, bonded some with mbarrick as we swapped tales of the Gothique Scene, talked a little bit with Mr. Dark and valerian about Vcons of old, Vampire lore and our city's place in the WoD. (I'm convinced she'd make the perfect Toreador Primogen.) There was much hot tubbing, lots of great music, and the booze flowed.
One little mystery -- a young lady came to the party, a friend of Reive's, as it turned out, who did not enter the hot tub but was in conversation with one of the other people there. She then turned, and kissed me. Deeply. I relay this because I crashed from alcohol consumption before I got the chance to see her again, so I'm hoping anyone who knows who I'm talking about can at least tell me if she regularly attends stuff, or if that was just the universe's way of telling me, "Hang in there."
Sadly, all the quaffing of Jaeger took its toll. I had enough presence of mind to call Joe when things started going swimmy, but I was dreading a repeat of the infamous New Year's 2003/2004 event. I know it came very close. I was rapidly becoming incoherent, and afraid of losing what grip I had left. Thankfully, contrasoma kept me upright and with one foot in reality as we waited for Joe to arrive. I got home, I toppled over, I slept, giving an instruction that I shouldn't try to work tomorrow as planned.
As it turns out, my liver is pretty good at filtering stuff out, but I was still pretty nauseous even in the afternoon, so I think I made the right call. But I stayed me, mostly, and no bathrooms were redecorated in vomit, so I have learned something.
Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone who hosted me, apologize to opium (who seemed a little distressed at my encroaching state of inebriation) if I caused her any worry, thank contrasoma for getting me out the door in one piece. I was even able to go back to the house in the late afternoon to pick up most of my abandoned gear. Still missing my belt of many things, but I doubt it's gone far.
Now for for my more modest party....