Social Butterfly

I've been flapping around all sorts of wonderful places. Fluttering my eyelashes and got the attention of a Bat and a Sarah, who insisted on bringing enough chili-making stuff to make a chili-mountain. Yay! I was so late for a gig it had finished by the time I got there, and ended up talking about transformers that are also Nyarlathotep with a Penguin. Found out that day-return tickets are a bit like pumpkins as they mean something very different if bought after midnight, but in a good way. I slept on a sofa with a bunny and a panther. First thing upon me waking was supergeek talk about household networking, and I even understood it before application of caffeine. Bosehouse invaded to find Utena there, and I need to see more of that. A very very prettily dressed mirabehn and evil_nick escaped off to the fairy wedding. The hyperactive doggie took us for a walk. I achieved conversational enlightenment with yvesilena about bisexuality and motivation, aided by cheese, more caffeine and wine. Fishhouse was invaded by green aliens and flying saucers which were bravely defeated by me eating them. The Oscar arrived and we scrabbled and articulated and crossworded and ate more aliens and fish. And then things went very lonely again.

New phone and boots!

Thanks to the generosity of the very lovely evil_nick, I have returned to the world of mobile-phone-ownership. To tell the truth, and this may be heresy to the ears of those who cannot-live-without-it, I've actually not missed the thing at all, but hey, they come in very useful at the most unexpected moments, don't they? If you wish to know the number and have managed to escape the emails I've already sent out, then please ask, and I'll gladly tell you the number, unless you're an axe wielding maniac.

Additionally, there was a very evil discount boot shop near to the phone-unlocking place which distracted me somewhat and then made me poorer (although only by a little bit, so that's OK) and now I have new black things with steel anti-toe-sqaushers which looks like they'll take ages for me to lace up. And more importantly, means the boots that died in Italy at new year but I've still been wearing up until now because of lack of other suitable footwear have now had a proper funeral.