First post of the year and it goes...
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lady_t_220Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck...
OK, my first words of the new year should really be more coherant. Let's put it another way. I got a new year smooch frm Jules and I... accidentally stood on his foot
God, I'm such a klutz.
Anyway, random hideous embarressment aside, fantastic party. A little unorthodox but fantastic none the less. Also entertaining. Jules bust a string right after Shane's bass pedal broke so there was a little emergency instrument surgery going on tonight... then one of the monitors tried to vibrate itself off the top of the speaker stack and John had to rescue it and tape it down before it fell off and broke... XD
Aside from comedy errors ("It's just like dinner theatre," I said, "only louder...") where else can you get sung to by Lara Croft and watch a vicar dance with a haggis... marvel as Ali G cuts loose on the drums and boggle that mind as the Phantom of the opera tries to slow dance with a woman dressed as a turnip while the band plays Blink182...
Oh, and there was a guy dressed in roman armour and no underwear, as he was all to willing to show the world.
As I mentioned to John, what other time of the year would a man be willing to put on a schoolgirl's skirt and plastic armour and walk the streets without fear or humiliation...
OK, the humiliation part comes when he sobers up tomorrow but I really have no idea what the guy dressed as a haggis was thinking.
But back to the point. Start the year as you mean to go on, so the general thought goes, and mine appears to have started with a smooch and then abjects stupidity on my part. I fear this does not bode well...
For those sort of newer to my life as we know it, I suppose I should relate the fact that it's fairly well known to all concerned that I have a bit of a thing about guitarists. Always have done.
In particular, always had a bit-of-a-thing for Jules in a kind of idle "yes I know you're happily married to a very nice lady I know, and I'm well aware that this is a pipe dream but that doesn't stop me from looking" kind of a way.
Plus he's been splashing out on wireless bits and bobs for his guitar so he was wandering around while playing and spent about a quarter of an hour standing about 6" away, playing, talking and drinking all simultaneously.
1, that's very impressive to watch, and 2, there goes that thing about guitarists again. It makes me wibbly... very wibbly... nimble fingers and perpetually well-toned arms... *gah*
I'll have it noted here that guitarists arms... they make me all kinds of drooly.
*cough*
I should shut up before I incriminate myself any further... :p
Known Jules and Becky for about 6 years since I first saw him play as part of Strange Brew, the band JR was in prior to the formation of Glasshouse.
It's a thing that's never really gone away despite the boringness of reality, so a new years smoochie... *insert fangirly squeal here*
But he pulled me off balance and I ended up treading on his foot... *insert mortified himiliation here*
Eh... what can I say? This is just how my life works. Ask anyone... though it makes a change that instead of falling over and landing on my ass/spraining my ankle as USUALLY happens, stomping on his foot was pretty mild by comparison and a lot less painfull for me... XD
For the curious, this is why I have no luck with men. I'm a clutz and I tend to injure myself when I meet them. Especially cute ones I want to impress.
On the smoochage front I got one from Shane as well, though having never had issues with drummers all I really noticed about that was that man, does his Ali G goatee really prickle...
*beats head against the desk* ...and I stomped on Jules' foot...
But I'm veering off course again. This was supposed to be about the new year.
Well, there were fireworks and a mass countdown to midnight, though no one could agree exactly what time it was so we kind of counted down after the song was over and hoped for the best. Then launched into a rendition of auld lang syne, but as no one knew the words it ended up as a rendition of "May auld aquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind, neah mumble mumble neah nah na neeeeah mumble mumble... FOR THE SAKE OF AULD LANG SYNE..."
Worked well enough, I guess it's the spirit that counts.
There was a fancy dress competition won by the Phantom of the opera, though my personal favourite had to be the landlord's costume. Plain and simple... rabit ears and a set of wings.
Yes folks, he was Bugsy Seagal (Seagal, Seagull, geddit? No, no one else did either, but then he did have his wings on upside down which didn't help.)
We left pretty soon after the music was over cause we couldn't be bothered to stick around for the disco. I don't dance... hell I apparently have enough trouble standing up and not stomping on people...
(I will shut up about that, I promise I will)
But as it's almost 2am already I suppose it doesn't make a lot of difference.
I should really get to bed. The folks are going to the Vic tomorrow afternoon to see James and his new band play (James is the cute guitarist who works at the music shop with JR... goddamnit I wish he would stop hanging out with guitarists! Especially ones with steady girlfriends! >.<)
Anyway depending on how I feel tomorrow I either stay at home and cook dinner or drive everyone there and back because apparently it's my turn as designated driver.
Not much of a choice really. I think I'll stay home and grab a little quiet time with the oven...
Start the new year on a cookery note.
Heh and this ink stamp on my wrist won't wash off... I have "The Dog" printed on me from the doorman and his little rubber stampy thing.
I hope he wasn't trying to tell me anything...
OK, my first words of the new year should really be more coherant. Let's put it another way. I got a new year smooch frm Jules and I... accidentally stood on his foot
God, I'm such a klutz.
Anyway, random hideous embarressment aside, fantastic party. A little unorthodox but fantastic none the less. Also entertaining. Jules bust a string right after Shane's bass pedal broke so there was a little emergency instrument surgery going on tonight... then one of the monitors tried to vibrate itself off the top of the speaker stack and John had to rescue it and tape it down before it fell off and broke... XD
Aside from comedy errors ("It's just like dinner theatre," I said, "only louder...") where else can you get sung to by Lara Croft and watch a vicar dance with a haggis... marvel as Ali G cuts loose on the drums and boggle that mind as the Phantom of the opera tries to slow dance with a woman dressed as a turnip while the band plays Blink182...
Oh, and there was a guy dressed in roman armour and no underwear, as he was all to willing to show the world.
As I mentioned to John, what other time of the year would a man be willing to put on a schoolgirl's skirt and plastic armour and walk the streets without fear or humiliation...
OK, the humiliation part comes when he sobers up tomorrow but I really have no idea what the guy dressed as a haggis was thinking.
But back to the point. Start the year as you mean to go on, so the general thought goes, and mine appears to have started with a smooch and then abjects stupidity on my part. I fear this does not bode well...
For those sort of newer to my life as we know it, I suppose I should relate the fact that it's fairly well known to all concerned that I have a bit of a thing about guitarists. Always have done.
In particular, always had a bit-of-a-thing for Jules in a kind of idle "yes I know you're happily married to a very nice lady I know, and I'm well aware that this is a pipe dream but that doesn't stop me from looking" kind of a way.
Plus he's been splashing out on wireless bits and bobs for his guitar so he was wandering around while playing and spent about a quarter of an hour standing about 6" away, playing, talking and drinking all simultaneously.
1, that's very impressive to watch, and 2, there goes that thing about guitarists again. It makes me wibbly... very wibbly... nimble fingers and perpetually well-toned arms... *gah*
I'll have it noted here that guitarists arms... they make me all kinds of drooly.
*cough*
I should shut up before I incriminate myself any further... :p
Known Jules and Becky for about 6 years since I first saw him play as part of Strange Brew, the band JR was in prior to the formation of Glasshouse.
It's a thing that's never really gone away despite the boringness of reality, so a new years smoochie... *insert fangirly squeal here*
But he pulled me off balance and I ended up treading on his foot... *insert mortified himiliation here*
Eh... what can I say? This is just how my life works. Ask anyone... though it makes a change that instead of falling over and landing on my ass/spraining my ankle as USUALLY happens, stomping on his foot was pretty mild by comparison and a lot less painfull for me... XD
For the curious, this is why I have no luck with men. I'm a clutz and I tend to injure myself when I meet them. Especially cute ones I want to impress.
On the smoochage front I got one from Shane as well, though having never had issues with drummers all I really noticed about that was that man, does his Ali G goatee really prickle...
*beats head against the desk* ...and I stomped on Jules' foot...
But I'm veering off course again. This was supposed to be about the new year.
Well, there were fireworks and a mass countdown to midnight, though no one could agree exactly what time it was so we kind of counted down after the song was over and hoped for the best. Then launched into a rendition of auld lang syne, but as no one knew the words it ended up as a rendition of "May auld aquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind, neah mumble mumble neah nah na neeeeah mumble mumble... FOR THE SAKE OF AULD LANG SYNE..."
Worked well enough, I guess it's the spirit that counts.
There was a fancy dress competition won by the Phantom of the opera, though my personal favourite had to be the landlord's costume. Plain and simple... rabit ears and a set of wings.
Yes folks, he was Bugsy Seagal (Seagal, Seagull, geddit? No, no one else did either, but then he did have his wings on upside down which didn't help.)
We left pretty soon after the music was over cause we couldn't be bothered to stick around for the disco. I don't dance... hell I apparently have enough trouble standing up and not stomping on people...
(I will shut up about that, I promise I will)
But as it's almost 2am already I suppose it doesn't make a lot of difference.
I should really get to bed. The folks are going to the Vic tomorrow afternoon to see James and his new band play (James is the cute guitarist who works at the music shop with JR... goddamnit I wish he would stop hanging out with guitarists! Especially ones with steady girlfriends! >.<)
Anyway depending on how I feel tomorrow I either stay at home and cook dinner or drive everyone there and back because apparently it's my turn as designated driver.
Not much of a choice really. I think I'll stay home and grab a little quiet time with the oven...
Start the new year on a cookery note.
Heh and this ink stamp on my wrist won't wash off... I have "The Dog" printed on me from the doorman and his little rubber stampy thing.
I hope he wasn't trying to tell me anything...
