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Friday Night:
Dinner, Angriest Video Store Clerk in the World 2, dessert. Short and sweet...and very very slashy. All in all, a good time was had by me. Did I mention SLASHY??? I could tell more, but I'm sure![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarren and haunted_attics have already written about it. I will say though, they soooo sold out, with all that high tech special effects and the catering to the masses. But, the Bond song was fantastic.
Saturday Night:
special_trille's Fellowship Extravaganza hosted at cricketk's home away from home. But first, let me re-enact a few scenes from that day.
special_trille: Can you pick up cupidsbow?
Me: Sure.
special_trille: Here's her address.
Me: Yep, looks easy enough.
Quickly glimpses at road map, and head off to pick upcupidsbow
La la la la la...An hour later, driving aimlessly around the area and still NOT stopping to check the road map, I accidentally find her house. So, here's how the conversation in the car went:
cupidsbow: Hi, thanks for picking me up.
Me: That's ok.
cupidsbow: What have you been doing today?
Me: Rolling around in bed and reading. You?
cupidsbow: Me too. What were you reading?
Me: Dodgy romance novel and some Choose Your Own Adventure books I just bought at St Vinnies for 20 c. What about you?
cupidsbow: Something clever and interesting
Me: Oh. Let's talk about *your* book.
cupidsbow: Very intelligent, articulate conversation.
Me: Uh...
cupidsbow: More intelligent, articulate conversation.
Me: Blah...la la la la la....
cupidsbow: So what kind of books do you like to read?
Me: Um...dodgy romances and Choose Your Own Adventure books?
Oh the shame and humiliation. At this point, I'm sweating buckets and hyperventilating - oh, thank God, we've just reachedspecial_trille's house. Am very intimidated by cupidsbow. But fear not, I too was once intimidated by cricketk and Maia, and look-see, not afraid of them any more. One day, I will show cupidsbow the same disrespect I show them. Until then, I will continue to quiver in fear.
Fellowship was enjoyable, but like Angriest 2, not as good as TT. I suspect this is mainly because it was so late and I was tardy and there was so much food and after a big meal, I just want to sleep. The company was lovely though.
Sunday Night:
Went over tospecial_trille's to watch porn, but ended up writing a few instead. We went to have coffee and am afraid we tormented the poor waiter. Re-enactment No. 2:
special_trille: I'll have a cappucino thanks. And maybe a biscuit. No, a muffin. Do you have any blueberry muffins? Actually, just the cap.
Me: Me too. Oh, and a macaroon.
special_trille: Wait, no, I'll have a juice.
Me: That sounds good. Actually, you know what, I'll have a pot of tea. What kind do you have.
special_trille: No, wait! This time, it's for keeps. I'll have an ice coffee.
Me: Oh, that sounds good. I'll have that as well. With ice cream. I definitely want the ice cream. Oh, and the macaroon.
special_trille: I'll have ice cream in mine as well. No, wait. That's an extra 90c. I'll have mine without the ice cream.
A few minutes later, happily drinking our ice coffee.
Me: Blah blah blah...
special_trille: Jasmin, if you worked in a cafe and a customer asks for ice coffee without ice cream and then later decides that she wants ice cream after all, would you be pissed off?
Me: Do you want ice cream in your ice coffee?
special_trille: What? Why do you ask?
Me:No reason.
special_trille: So, would you get angry.
Me: Nope. If you want the scoop of ice cream, go get one.
special_trille: You know what? I want the ice cream.
Me: You want me to ask?
special_trille: No, that's fine. I'll do it.
Me:Hold on. I'll come with you. I want an extra scoop.
special_trille: What? That's a lot.
Back at our table, ice cream in our drinks.
Me: I'm thirsty.
special_trille: Well, have your drink.
Me: There's too much ice cream. It's too sweet. I'm thirsty.
special_trille: I'll go get you some water.
Returns with water
Me: It's hot. I need ice.
special_trille: The sign says we can't have ice with tap water.
Me: There's an insect floating in my water.
special_trille: Shut up and drink your ice coffee.
At this point, our conversation ranges from toilet habits, bodily functions, sexual perversions, to my fear of Colin Farrell. I suspect the poor waiter was traumatised by us, but there's no real proof.
So back tospecial_trille's place to write our masterpieces.
I have only one thing to say: "Elijah's mouth was not relevent..."
LOL! Honestly, it was very amusing and you should ask her to post it. Unfortunately, after an hour ofspecial_trille reciting it over and over again, I've practically got the whole thing memorised.
Monday Night:
Bowie is a GOD! If I wasn't in lust/love before, I am now. He is a consummate performer. Utterly brilliant, undeniably lick-worthy, and dear lord!
I only have five things to say about him: Gah! THUD! Squee! Sqidge! Ugh!
His performance was fantastic. I mean, I very much enjoyed the whole show, but half way through the concert, he sang Hallo Spaceboy, and my heart stopped. I couldn't breathe, it was that phenomenal. I turned tosarren to see whether or not it was just me or if it was affecting everyone. Let me tell you, she had her mouth hanging out, jaw to the ground, and was completely still. After the song ended, she turned and said: "I think I'm in love."
Yeah.
Personally, I think that was the show stopping number. I mean, China Girl, Changes, Man Who Sold the World, Heroes, Life on Mars, and Under Pressure were very well received, but Hallo Spaceboy was the one that got me.
Anyway, that was well worth all the money I spent (including 2 t-shirts).
Signing off...
BTW, this message is forspecial_trille and cricketk, who wanted to go to the concert, but couldn't afford it...
Nah nah nah nah nah! I got to see Bowie...and you didn't! [hysterical laughter and much gloating]
Dinner, Angriest Video Store Clerk in the World 2, dessert. Short and sweet...and very very slashy. All in all, a good time was had by me. Did I mention SLASHY??? I could tell more, but I'm sure
sarren and haunted_attics have already written about it. I will say though, they soooo sold out, with all that high tech special effects and the catering to the masses. But, the Bond song was fantastic.Saturday Night:
special_trille's Fellowship Extravaganza hosted at cricketk's home away from home. But first, let me re-enact a few scenes from that day.special_trille: Can you pick up cupidsbow?Me: Sure.
special_trille: Here's her address.Me: Yep, looks easy enough.
Quickly glimpses at road map, and head off to pick up
cupidsbowLa la la la la...An hour later, driving aimlessly around the area and still NOT stopping to check the road map, I accidentally find her house. So, here's how the conversation in the car went:
cupidsbow: Hi, thanks for picking me up.Me: That's ok.
cupidsbow: What have you been doing today?Me: Rolling around in bed and reading. You?
cupidsbow: Me too. What were you reading?Me: Dodgy romance novel and some Choose Your Own Adventure books I just bought at St Vinnies for 20 c. What about you?
cupidsbow: Something clever and interestingMe: Oh. Let's talk about *your* book.
cupidsbow: Very intelligent, articulate conversation. Me: Uh...
cupidsbow: More intelligent, articulate conversation. Me: Blah...la la la la la....
cupidsbow: So what kind of books do you like to read?Me: Um...dodgy romances and Choose Your Own Adventure books?
Oh the shame and humiliation. At this point, I'm sweating buckets and hyperventilating - oh, thank God, we've just reached
special_trille's house. Am very intimidated by cupidsbow. But fear not, I too was once intimidated by cricketk and Maia, and look-see, not afraid of them any more. One day, I will show cupidsbow the same disrespect I show them. Until then, I will continue to quiver in fear.Fellowship was enjoyable, but like Angriest 2, not as good as TT. I suspect this is mainly because it was so late and I was tardy and there was so much food and after a big meal, I just want to sleep. The company was lovely though.
Sunday Night:
Went over to
special_trille's to watch porn, but ended up writing a few instead. We went to have coffee and am afraid we tormented the poor waiter. Re-enactment No. 2:special_trille: I'll have a cappucino thanks. And maybe a biscuit. No, a muffin. Do you have any blueberry muffins? Actually, just the cap.Me: Me too. Oh, and a macaroon.
special_trille: Wait, no, I'll have a juice.Me: That sounds good. Actually, you know what, I'll have a pot of tea. What kind do you have.
special_trille: No, wait! This time, it's for keeps. I'll have an ice coffee.Me: Oh, that sounds good. I'll have that as well. With ice cream. I definitely want the ice cream. Oh, and the macaroon.
special_trille: I'll have ice cream in mine as well. No, wait. That's an extra 90c. I'll have mine without the ice cream.A few minutes later, happily drinking our ice coffee.
Me: Blah blah blah...
special_trille: Jasmin, if you worked in a cafe and a customer asks for ice coffee without ice cream and then later decides that she wants ice cream after all, would you be pissed off?Me: Do you want ice cream in your ice coffee?
special_trille: What? Why do you ask?Me:No reason.
special_trille: So, would you get angry.Me: Nope. If you want the scoop of ice cream, go get one.
special_trille: You know what? I want the ice cream.Me: You want me to ask?
special_trille: No, that's fine. I'll do it.Me:Hold on. I'll come with you. I want an extra scoop.
special_trille: What? That's a lot.Back at our table, ice cream in our drinks.
Me: I'm thirsty.
special_trille: Well, have your drink.Me: There's too much ice cream. It's too sweet. I'm thirsty.
special_trille: I'll go get you some water.Returns with water
Me: It's hot. I need ice.
special_trille: The sign says we can't have ice with tap water.Me: There's an insect floating in my water.
special_trille: Shut up and drink your ice coffee.At this point, our conversation ranges from toilet habits, bodily functions, sexual perversions, to my fear of Colin Farrell. I suspect the poor waiter was traumatised by us, but there's no real proof.
So back to
special_trille's place to write our masterpieces. I have only one thing to say: "Elijah's mouth was not relevent..."
LOL! Honestly, it was very amusing and you should ask her to post it. Unfortunately, after an hour of
special_trille reciting it over and over again, I've practically got the whole thing memorised.Monday Night:
Bowie is a GOD! If I wasn't in lust/love before, I am now. He is a consummate performer. Utterly brilliant, undeniably lick-worthy, and dear lord!
I only have five things to say about him: Gah! THUD! Squee! Sqidge! Ugh!
His performance was fantastic. I mean, I very much enjoyed the whole show, but half way through the concert, he sang Hallo Spaceboy, and my heart stopped. I couldn't breathe, it was that phenomenal. I turned to
sarren to see whether or not it was just me or if it was affecting everyone. Let me tell you, she had her mouth hanging out, jaw to the ground, and was completely still. After the song ended, she turned and said: "I think I'm in love."Yeah.
Personally, I think that was the show stopping number. I mean, China Girl, Changes, Man Who Sold the World, Heroes, Life on Mars, and Under Pressure were very well received, but Hallo Spaceboy was the one that got me.
Anyway, that was well worth all the money I spent (including 2 t-shirts).
Signing off...
BTW, this message is for
special_trille and cricketk, who wanted to go to the concert, but couldn't afford it... Nah nah nah nah nah! I got to see Bowie...and you didn't! [hysterical laughter and much gloating]
