Ow ow ow my head

[ivyblossom]

The plan tonight was:

1) Meet up with treehavn, get booze, drive to party
2) Hang out at party for a while
3) Come home for 10 minutes to get a picture taken (a birthday gift for my supervisor; a staff group picture)
4) Go downtown to join my classmates in a librarian bar crawl entitled "The 12 bars of christmas"
5) Collapse.

What actually happened:

1) Met up with treehavn, who discovered on the way to the boose that she had a hole in the crotch of her pants. We went back to her place so she could change said pants. Got a tour of her niece's bedroom, courtesy of her niece. Got booze. (Ice wine.) Drove toward the party, but then discovered that treehavn had no idea where the party actually was. She thought maybe it was on Bruce street, so she set me to staring out the window looking for a red door. Ended up in a Road House with lots of creepy men, and called around trying to figure out the address. Got nowhere. Drove back to treehavn's house to get the address. Nearly died of low blood sugar. Found the party, which was actually on Craig street, not Bruce street. There was in fact a red door, however.
2) Hung out at the party for a while. Played some indigo girls on the guitar, sang some christmas carols very badly, and managed to toss an olive and a cachew into treevhavn's bum via her low rider jeans.
3) Came home to get picture taken, but in the meantime decided to polish off the ice wine with treehavn, who was still with me at this point in spite of the olive and the cashew. Had to first find a) some ice, and b) a corkscrew. Eventually found both. Finished off the bottle in about 15 minutes. Got picture taken.
4) Came back to my room to get treehavn, but she was so sleepy by then she decided to go home. I was relieved, as the idea of the pub crawl was sounding worse by the second. My head, my head!
5) collapsed.

I don't deserve this icon, I tell you. Of course, neither does treehavn, the tart.

Comments

[treehavn.livejournal.com]

Oy, we are lame. As I sat sleepily on the bus, starring at the shiny bars of Richmond Row I thought "Perhaps I should jump off the bus now, go into a bar, order martinis, and call Ivy and tell her to get her butt down here!" Then I mostly thought "Mmmm...sleepy".

I still maintain it was your fault, for putting boy-choir music on. Am now drinking eggnog with lashings of rum and contemplating going to bed. Librarians, man - we rock!

[treehavn.livejournal.com]

And, shit: music video set in a library. (http://www.prangstgrup.com/lm/lm_qt_hi.htm)

[joyouschild.livejournal.com]

Tears! Great big tears of mirth.

[lemoncakes.livejournal.com]

!!?! People are raiding my mind for ideas, I tell you. I swear I had a dream just like that.

[boniblithe.livejournal.com]

I will not rescind your icon, because of the olive and cashew incident. For that alone you have earned your disco stripes.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Nothing to do with above post. Just to say that I have read the fic you have posted on HP-Recs group and enjoyed it very much. So much more than a PWP and very very nicely handled.