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Jan. 3rd, 2006 08:57 amIt's Tuesday, and my brain is tired.
The New Year's party was generally a success. One vomiter, one moment of profound angst, one or several instances of people trying to pick up on someone with a probably incompatible sexual preference. But that was it as far as problems went. Nobody got hurt, nobody broke anything, nobody locked themselves in our laundry room and pretended to be a werewolf while also taking apart our washing machine, so I think that's all good. There was a moment in which I told people that they were absolutely not going to take a swing at each other in my kitchen, but I don't think there was any actual interest in fighting there, so that was okay too.
We consumed a prodigious amount of booze, to the point where I believe that we actually have less booze in the house now than when we started. This is apparently usual for other people's parties, but not for ours, as generally, people seem to bring more than they drink, and then leave the rest. While this is incredibly kind and generous behavior, it does lead to a surplus of booze in the bar and nowhere to put it. BB did come round with a box full of various bottles of single malt, which was much appreciated, but also he took the remaining bottles home with him, which was also appreciated.
We went through a couple of the hentai films we'd rented (one of which was mostly tentacle rape, and the other of which was subtitled "Quest for the Seven Holy Dildos", if that gives you any indication), and much film-snarkiness occurred. Roommate J also provided some yaoi from his collection, which was well-received, if by well-received you mean 'mocked less roundly than the ostensibly hetero-interest films'. We rented more than we could possibly be arsed to watch at the party, which is usually the way, since it's fun for a couple of hours, but not much longer than that.
A KURS game followed, with the assistance of a flogger brought by ES. You usually don't need any S&M toys to play, but sometimes it helps. :) It is said that some people had sex in the bathtub. It is also said that some people tried to have a threesome on the floor of the Den of Iniquity, but were not very successful. I do not know if these things are true. Both bathtub and floor needed washed, regardless.
The whole house is kind of a disaster, in fact.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittenpants was all about filling the Den of Iniquity with balloons, which was funny in the party, but sort of a pain in the ass later. triadruid was pleased to take out his aggressions later by stomping them all, so that was okay. All the Den needs now is perhaps a carpet cleaning machine, and to take the floor blankets to the laundromat/ The kitchen, though, should be firebombed. There is no other way.
The New Year's party was generally a success. One vomiter, one moment of profound angst, one or several instances of people trying to pick up on someone with a probably incompatible sexual preference. But that was it as far as problems went. Nobody got hurt, nobody broke anything, nobody locked themselves in our laundry room and pretended to be a werewolf while also taking apart our washing machine, so I think that's all good. There was a moment in which I told people that they were absolutely not going to take a swing at each other in my kitchen, but I don't think there was any actual interest in fighting there, so that was okay too.
We consumed a prodigious amount of booze, to the point where I believe that we actually have less booze in the house now than when we started. This is apparently usual for other people's parties, but not for ours, as generally, people seem to bring more than they drink, and then leave the rest. While this is incredibly kind and generous behavior, it does lead to a surplus of booze in the bar and nowhere to put it. BB did come round with a box full of various bottles of single malt, which was much appreciated, but also he took the remaining bottles home with him, which was also appreciated.
We went through a couple of the hentai films we'd rented (one of which was mostly tentacle rape, and the other of which was subtitled "Quest for the Seven Holy Dildos", if that gives you any indication), and much film-snarkiness occurred. Roommate J also provided some yaoi from his collection, which was well-received, if by well-received you mean 'mocked less roundly than the ostensibly hetero-interest films'. We rented more than we could possibly be arsed to watch at the party, which is usually the way, since it's fun for a couple of hours, but not much longer than that.
A KURS game followed, with the assistance of a flogger brought by ES. You usually don't need any S&M toys to play, but sometimes it helps. :) It is said that some people had sex in the bathtub. It is also said that some people tried to have a threesome on the floor of the Den of Iniquity, but were not very successful. I do not know if these things are true. Both bathtub and floor needed washed, regardless.
The whole house is kind of a disaster, in fact.
kittenpants was all about filling the Den of Iniquity with balloons, which was funny in the party, but sort of a pain in the ass later. triadruid was pleased to take out his aggressions later by stomping them all, so that was okay. All the Den needs now is perhaps a carpet cleaning machine, and to take the floor blankets to the laundromat/ The kitchen, though, should be firebombed. There is no other way.
