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NICE party
Mar. 9th, 2003 01:28 pmWow, what an evening. The aprtment of course was lovely (it was a housewarming after all, I feel compelled to acknowledge that). The company was stellar. Highlights include Matilda_z in that pink fun fur top with the zipper partly undone (rawr! Helen agrees with me, you looked super hot), Helen with her hair down in a snug pvc top acting...well like Helen at a party, Nesia in 3 inch or so heels with my wife on her knees kssing Nesia's feet, Elshe (however it's spelt) in a form fitting slinky black dress with many many buckles, holding her sceptre of pain, and periodically showing off the bruises it causes on her bum, eala_dubh in a great wonderfully snug t-shirt, the comparatively unknown, but utterly and totally cute Sarah (the one in the corset and collar) who looked completely delicious, impish Cortejo both in and out of her straightjacket, xiphia and her "earrings", even cynthb showed up in that neat shoulderless sweater of hers. Hmmmmmmm, what a night. Oh yeah, I think there were some men there as well. I also got to try a tim tam slam, which was pretty decent. For those not in the know, take a tim tam (an australian kind of cookie), nip of opposing corners, and then drink some port through it like it was a straw. After a bit, the cookie starts to collapse from being soggy, and you have a port soaked tim tam. Not bad.
Speaking of which, matthew_g, you are a freak! When you know a guy for 7 or 8 years, and he has a beard for that whole time, you just don't do that. I think you scarred Helen, though it would seem she got over it. It took at least an hour before I was able to recognize the rest of the face as actually yours.
Downsides of the evening. That horrid, HORRID chcocalte sauce. Where was the warning label on that thing. Who puts chunks of raw ginger and cayenne pepper in chcocalate sauce!!! One big dollop later, I was in the kitchen begging skud for milk or something similar. She turned me on to a plain bowl of yogurt, for which I remain deeply indebted to her. I mercifully avoided 2 other close calls, those onion buns that look exactly like cinammon rolls (when you are expecting cinnamon roll, and like cinammon, biting into an onion bun may well have caused me to spit it back out onto the floor), and the chili sauce that looked just like bbq sauce for the meatballs. I think skud predicted my reaction on that one based on my chocolate sauce encounter.
Today I was all ready to go to fencing, when for some reason I did not notice the 2-3 foot high snowbank at the end of my driveway from the plow. Crunch. I spend next half hour to 45 minutes trying to shovel my driveway, and extricate my car. Finally with Helen and a neighbour's help, we get it unstuck and back into the driveway and finish clearing the snow. It's my own fault, I admit that, but damn if that didn't piss me off. I may still go to fencing, just late, and just to hang out.
Speaking of which, matthew_g, you are a freak! When you know a guy for 7 or 8 years, and he has a beard for that whole time, you just don't do that. I think you scarred Helen, though it would seem she got over it. It took at least an hour before I was able to recognize the rest of the face as actually yours.
Downsides of the evening. That horrid, HORRID chcocalte sauce. Where was the warning label on that thing. Who puts chunks of raw ginger and cayenne pepper in chcocalate sauce!!! One big dollop later, I was in the kitchen begging skud for milk or something similar. She turned me on to a plain bowl of yogurt, for which I remain deeply indebted to her. I mercifully avoided 2 other close calls, those onion buns that look exactly like cinammon rolls (when you are expecting cinnamon roll, and like cinammon, biting into an onion bun may well have caused me to spit it back out onto the floor), and the chili sauce that looked just like bbq sauce for the meatballs. I think skud predicted my reaction on that one based on my chocolate sauce encounter.
Today I was all ready to go to fencing, when for some reason I did not notice the 2-3 foot high snowbank at the end of my driveway from the plow. Crunch. I spend next half hour to 45 minutes trying to shovel my driveway, and extricate my car. Finally with Helen and a neighbour's help, we get it unstuck and back into the driveway and finish clearing the snow. It's my own fault, I admit that, but damn if that didn't piss me off. I may still go to fencing, just late, and just to hang out.
