A wedding, a cafastle and a miserable place

That was a wedding I’m not going to forget. ( lots of gushing about pretties )

Nefext moforning, myfy brafain wafas feefeeling vefery spafaced afand Ifi spofoke vefery cufutely lifike thifis. Efelly rofoused afa vefery zofonky mefe wifith cofoffee wifith lofots ofof sufugar, afand ofopend hefer bifirthday prefesents. Nifick drofove ufus tofo sufussex whefere wefe hafad afa lofovely pufub lufunch. Thefen Cafastle! Bofodiam Cafastle ifis vefery prefetty indeefeedy! *boufounce* Wefe hafad lofots ofof quefests, lifike thefe quefest fofor thefe hofoly mafarcus, afand nifick afackting thefe dofoctor. Afafter, wefe mefet mafarcus’s mufum afand gofot fefed yufummy chofocolate cafake afand teafe. *yafay*

Later I dropped home for more coffee, which finally perked me out of my trance, and headed for Feeling Gloomy with doseybat and Meg, closely followed by verlaine. beingjdc plagued us with miserable songs all night long, so we spent lots of time bouncing long merrily on the dancefloor having far too much fun. I so love that club, it’s so absurd. *happy nods*

Yesterday I felt small and antisocial, so curled up on the sofa and watched all and every episode of Firefly, which was a splendid plan. Today started very differently, when our lovely lebanese guest (who escaped from Beirut last month and I’ve not mentioned here before) got back from clubbing at 10AM and dragged me out of bed into the back garden for a beer. In the morning. My head is now a very special place. *slightly fuzzy noises*