debauchery, unfulfilled sexual tension, and furniture

[cris]

If you ask any of my old friends about the summer and fall of 1996, you're likely to hear about Shelter parties, a series of massively debauched gatherings that Tony, Jason and I held at our apartment in Kenmore Square. You might've heard how we played host to a hundred out-of-town goth kids during the opening hours of Convergence II. You might'

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[cassel]

yes.

[spriggan]

dammit cris, i'm tired of having your unfilfilled sexual tension in my living room. it's just tacky. (or is that sticky?)

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[cris]

hey, you guys chose to take it, yes? If you're getting tired of it, you can always post up something like,

For Sale:

One two-person papa-san couch
Seven years old, just like new
Brimming with unfulfilled sexual tension and plush cotton stuffing.
Great for parties, orgies and watching tv.

needs dry-cleaning
$50 or best offer

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[spriggan]

yes, admittedly, i am proud to be an owner, nay, guardian, of such a proud piece of furniture. it's just time for someone else to have that honor.

hmmm

[atalanta]

Everyone we know is too much of a yuppie now to want that kind of honor.

Jason didn't live there yet in fall '96 did he? I thought it was a different set of roommates back then ...

One hundred nights of solitude (on a hunter-green papasan)

[damiel]

I don't quite know if my papasan was magical, or if, as you might suspect, I enchanted it with my many nights fetally curled in its hunter green cushion, letting hours of unspoken sexual tension leech into its fabric and stuffing ... but it does make for a good story, yes?

There's a scene in Like Water for Chocolate, one of many wonderfully magic ones, where the heroine cries as she prepares a meal for a wedding crowd. As her tears become another ingredient of her recipe, she releases enough of her confined pain to make the entire crowd ill after eating her batter.

Yes, it's a great story. I wish I had known it sooner, so that on that cold January day almost five years ago, when you walked out of your room to find two bodies intertwined on the hunter-green cushion, and rhetorically asked: Are you guys still here!?, I had been able to look back at you and say: It's your own goddamn fault, cris! Now, go make me some breakfast, and had then gone back to sleep under the spell of the green chair, not minding the world around me and

Re: One hundred nights of solitude (on a hunter-green papasan)

[cris]

There's a scene in Like Water for Chocolate, one of many wonderfully magic ones, where the heroine cries as she prepares a meal for a wedding crowd. As her tears become another ingredient of her recipe, she releases enough of her confined pain to make the entire crowd ill after eating her batter.
yeah, that's what happens when you get a little too much salt into your flour.

oh, and btw .... awwwww
-- I never knew you liked my breakfasts so much ;p

[synwave]

In hunting up what exactly a papasan was I found a Pier 1 papasan loveseat, hunter green. For sale.
Strange...

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[cris]

heh. yes, strange coincidence that.

I was looking around online for a jpeg to link to because I knew that some folks wouldn't know what a papasan couch was (and the few attempts that I made to describe weren't working out) but I couldn't seem to find anything that worked.

[silentq]

Now that you've reminded me of it, the papasan love seat that I inherited from a former room mate has some similar stories associated with it. Nothing as long lasting as yours, though. :) They do seem to be built for cuddling, and it's still my favourite place to curl up with a book these days.

[cris]

yeah, I used to love sprawling out onto the papasan with a good book. Something about the concave shape makes it especially suited for such a task.