Fun was had.
lepidosiren and rojagato's party was a lot of fun.
I had some really interesting and amusing conversations with darla,
vicissitude as well as many others (I don't know all their lj names).
darla introduced me to her good friend from Wellesley, whom I suspect might
be grenadine. Indeed it would make sense, because her hair was this amazing shade
of deep cherry sunset vermilion. A color very much like hue of grenadine syrup.
To lepidosiren I gave a baby shark bath puppet . I love the Folkmanis line of puppets. He seemed so delighted with the one I had that it seemed
a necessity that I find another shark so he could have his very own. And thus myself and the
rest of the guests were treated to the sight of a cute baby shark singing the theme from jaws, attempting to communicate with Fluffy the African lungfish, and even singing Spanish ballads opera style.
Other highlights of the evening included stories from the Weekly World News. Did you know that
Condi Rice is having a hot kinky affair with a long tongued space alien? Or that the ghost of Mister
Rogers is terrifying children? Apparently if your child sees the ghost of Mister Rogers it's important
that they say hello and try to make him aware that he's a ghost, because he might not be aware of it himself.*G*. Terrible band names were also discussed (Shampoop, I kid you not. I'm assured that this
a real band, and that they're as terrible as their name.) And then there was a heated and highly amusing
rant about feminism and feminine hygiene products. I must confess I'm guilty for most of the rant but
2 or 3 others did join in and agree with me that most of what constitutes feminine hygiene products are
scary and even somewhat condescending to both woman and even men. I was told that apparently FDS now has
a male version. There is now apparently a spray for men called of all things, Candy. Thanks but no thanks.
I'll stick to soap and water rather then spray my crotch with odd synthetic chemicals.
And thus many hours later, after two fairly strong drinks, much munching of veggies and dip, and two clove cigarettes later, I was a fairly tipsy silly girl. rosif3r helped me not kill myself
down the stairs, drove us both home, and was promptly rewarded for his chivalry when I decided
to prove that vodka, even rather cheap vodka, has a *uh* rather magical effect on my libido.
I had some really interesting and amusing conversations with darla,
vicissitude as well as many others (I don't know all their lj names).
darla introduced me to her good friend from Wellesley, whom I suspect might
be grenadine. Indeed it would make sense, because her hair was this amazing shade
of deep cherry sunset vermilion. A color very much like hue of grenadine syrup.
To lepidosiren I gave a baby shark bath puppet . I love the Folkmanis line of puppets. He seemed so delighted with the one I had that it seemed
a necessity that I find another shark so he could have his very own. And thus myself and the
rest of the guests were treated to the sight of a cute baby shark singing the theme from jaws, attempting to communicate with Fluffy the African lungfish, and even singing Spanish ballads opera style.
Other highlights of the evening included stories from the Weekly World News. Did you know that
Condi Rice is having a hot kinky affair with a long tongued space alien? Or that the ghost of Mister
Rogers is terrifying children? Apparently if your child sees the ghost of Mister Rogers it's important
that they say hello and try to make him aware that he's a ghost, because he might not be aware of it himself.*G*. Terrible band names were also discussed (Shampoop, I kid you not. I'm assured that this
a real band, and that they're as terrible as their name.) And then there was a heated and highly amusing
rant about feminism and feminine hygiene products. I must confess I'm guilty for most of the rant but
2 or 3 others did join in and agree with me that most of what constitutes feminine hygiene products are
scary and even somewhat condescending to both woman and even men. I was told that apparently FDS now has
a male version. There is now apparently a spray for men called of all things, Candy. Thanks but no thanks.
I'll stick to soap and water rather then spray my crotch with odd synthetic chemicals.
And thus many hours later, after two fairly strong drinks, much munching of veggies and dip, and two clove cigarettes later, I was a fairly tipsy silly girl. rosif3r helped me not kill myself
down the stairs, drove us both home, and was promptly rewarded for his chivalry when I decided
to prove that vodka, even rather cheap vodka, has a *uh* rather magical effect on my libido.