When shall we three meet again?

[fluffymark]

The gods have been very cheeky already this Samhain. There I was, opening a bottle of wine, and it unexpectedly fell over just as the cork was removed, spilling a larger libation than I was intending all over the floor. Bad gods! Still it was very nice wine indeed, so I can’t blame them. I may let them have more later as I’m feeling generous. *dances around in circles*

My lack of recent updates is correlated with me being frightfully busy, in some of the best possible ways. I’ve made dinner at home to lovely invited guests, discovering that I can still cook really yummy food, and have an eye for good wine (not just the stuff with pretty butterflies on the label *girlynoises*). I’ve fallen ill, gotten better, then suddenly caught something far worse and had to spend all Sunday wrapped in a duvet feeling all woeful about missing October Plenty. But I have been getting out lots - I‘ve been to the Tate Modern for lots of sliding joy and art-mockery, drank in hoibbity pubs and introduced 791point43 and strongtrousers to the bouncey joy that is Feeling Gloomy. I’ve played both good Bridge and bad Bridge, and fear I have fully traumatised both doseybat and blanche_carte from ever playing Oware again. I’ve drank absinthe and then still found the energy for reading Vogon Poetry the next day. I’ve spent a fortune on amazon, and then got mugged by a half-prince Ghibli anime sale at Forbidden Planet. I’ve been on far more nightbuses than I can shake a stick at, and fallen in and out of love even more times than than that. I’ve come to the conclusion that for my sanity that maybe I should have more friends that I don’t fancy the pants off. Not that I’ve anything to complain about. Is being single always like this? *confuzzlednoises*

*squeeeeeeeee* because I’m seeing the Dresden Dolls play on Friday. To top even that, I’ve heard that RazorBladeKisses are playing next at Whitby in April, so I’m going to have to do the goth thing again, assuming I can find people to stay with *pleadingnoises*

Of course the only question that really matters - would it be horribly bad of me to wear a miniskirt to the Oakdale Arms on Saturday? *lalala*

Comments

[galliana.livejournal.com]

It would be horribly bad of you *not* to wear a miniskirt to the Oakdale on Saturday. Thus have the Gods determined.

[compilerbitch.livejournal.com]

Seconded.

[mirabehn.livejournal.com]

And thirded. :-)

[fluffymark]

You're all trying to tell me something. I wonder what. *hmmmmmmmmm*

Now, WHICH miniskirt?

[fluffyrichard.livejournal.com]

I will if you will.

[fluffymark]

You're so easy. Ok then! ;)

[doseybat.livejournal.com]

Wow miniskirt! I am looking forward to this party :)

[cassielalone.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you've had a lot of fun. ^_^

Miniskirt sounds like a lovely idea.

[fluffymark]

But you have snow! I need snow fun now. Come and visit and bring snow with you!

[doseybat.livejournal.com]

The question you need to be asking is: "which minskirt?"
(that dress you were wearing last night will do nicely..)

[fluffymark]

That dress is not a miniskirt. And it's not outdoor wear at all, it's far too flimsy, and I'd freeze. I have many other options, don't you worry.

[doseybat.livejournal.com]

Well, if you were a little bit cold, you would need to ask people to warm you up.

[gothic-violin.livejournal.com]

As to that first paragraph - yes, that happened to me! With a very nice bottle of Callow Hill Damson Port! Nearly the whole .

Wear the miniskirt. Twelfth night better than octobre plenty, lots of music and able to join in ceilidh dancing in the courtyard of the George Inn, London Bridge and molly dancing and wassailing. More audience participation!

Vogon poetry - yar!

In London this friday to next, doing research for masters degree and catching up with friends.

[fluffymark]

The god are really thirsty and sneaky this year! ooooh! I love the George Inn (in fact, it's the hobbity pub I'm referring to in my post!), and have been going there for years, anytime i'm in that area of London. Never seen anything folky there before so very pleased to hear it happens!

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't.

I see you plan to be in the dev on Wednesday evening, that sounds good to me. :)

[blanche-carte.livejournal.com]

Oware! So that's its name.
Who (n LJ-land) is the very kind waistcoated chap who tried his best to stop the trauma by telling me all sorts of tactics?

I forgot to ask new people at that party who they were on here. Most remiss.