The weekend in a nutshell
For the first time I went all-out, Oxford-style. In England they seem to do these sorts of things, and here even moreso. When we went in to buy fabric on Saturday she commented that every weekend there were students doing just that: sequins and ribbon and very little else. Glitter, feathers, fairy wings. Oh it was going to be sweet.
So scantily clad to the sevens, we went in search of a taxi, pausing only briefly so my partner in crime could be propositioned for sex. No really. But we made it with no other incidents, broke in after coaxing a not-so-friendly face to let us in the back, and wandered into the madness. And madness it was, as a cross-dressing party would be expected to be, and we danced and drank and acted inappropriately. At the end of it all we lamented that we weren't interested in girls, which, for an LGBT event, maybe wasn't a bad conclusion to come to.
And my defense partner just happened to be up the road, she and the Captain saved our lives with coats and a walk home. I would not have been able to handle my doppelganger by myself. A detour for toilets and another for Ahmed's, it was 2:30 by the time I got home. To find a message on my computer. Hockey. Game. Canucks. Now. So I went. Up the road, and who could refuse it? But despite bolstering my body with espresso, I only made it through the 1st period. My hangover, hockey game, dehydration, and evening's drinking caught up with me, and I crawled into bed just past 4am. It was a good night.
Sunday was unproductive, except for a lovely visit Sunday night that went far too late and further deprived me of sleep. Ah well. And now I may have my personal body equivalent of the 5th week blues, seeing as how I am too busy (and happy) to get emotional blues right now, I must put up with physical ones. So damn-you body, I am hitting the water bottle as we speak, and if nothing else I am going to poison you with Dayquil and we'll see how you like it.
On an aside, Brett said something hilarious on the topic of sleep being for the weak (and it is!) and I felt it needed to be shared: "I personally hold no delusions of being anything but weak, and value sleep like a hobo values that can of creamed corn he found while searching in the garbage of Alfredos, a nice Italian place across town."
Oh that creamed corn... so elusive, so beautiful, what I wouldn't give right now for some sweet sweet creamed corn.
So scantily clad to the sevens, we went in search of a taxi, pausing only briefly so my partner in crime could be propositioned for sex. No really. But we made it with no other incidents, broke in after coaxing a not-so-friendly face to let us in the back, and wandered into the madness. And madness it was, as a cross-dressing party would be expected to be, and we danced and drank and acted inappropriately. At the end of it all we lamented that we weren't interested in girls, which, for an LGBT event, maybe wasn't a bad conclusion to come to.
And my defense partner just happened to be up the road, she and the Captain saved our lives with coats and a walk home. I would not have been able to handle my doppelganger by myself. A detour for toilets and another for Ahmed's, it was 2:30 by the time I got home. To find a message on my computer. Hockey. Game. Canucks. Now. So I went. Up the road, and who could refuse it? But despite bolstering my body with espresso, I only made it through the 1st period. My hangover, hockey game, dehydration, and evening's drinking caught up with me, and I crawled into bed just past 4am. It was a good night.
Sunday was unproductive, except for a lovely visit Sunday night that went far too late and further deprived me of sleep. Ah well. And now I may have my personal body equivalent of the 5th week blues, seeing as how I am too busy (and happy) to get emotional blues right now, I must put up with physical ones. So damn-you body, I am hitting the water bottle as we speak, and if nothing else I am going to poison you with Dayquil and we'll see how you like it.
On an aside, Brett said something hilarious on the topic of sleep being for the weak (and it is!) and I felt it needed to be shared: "I personally hold no delusions of being anything but weak, and value sleep like a hobo values that can of creamed corn he found while searching in the garbage of Alfredos, a nice Italian place across town."
Oh that creamed corn... so elusive, so beautiful, what I wouldn't give right now for some sweet sweet creamed corn.
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