Lovely weekend

[featherynscale]

Saturday was fabulous. For next Sunday's ritual, it had come to us that we would need 50 - 60 different pieces of stemware, all unique. The budget: $250. So we went in force to the secondhand stores, and came back with nearly as many as we needed, all different. Total spent: About $80. So that means there's money in the budget for ritual snacks, which are possibly the only thing that we ever do in ritual that are universally approved of. You can ask people if they like to sing, dance, make stuff, learn stuff, tell stories, make dick jokes, whatever, in ritual, and you will get people who think it's essential to good ritual, and people who think that it's abhorrent and blasphemous in ritual, but eating, eating is apparently something everyone can agree on.

Following the great buying of glassware, we dropped by the TCP for movies, food, and KURS. We took in a showing of Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, which spawned an impromptu drinking game:
- Every time something happens that couldn't possibly physically happen (i.e. spitfires becoming amphibious), drink.
- One drink for each sighting of the following: dinosaurs, dirigibles, pseudo-Nazis, a new type of robot, radio waves, ninjas
- One drink every time you wish Jude Law would deck Gwynneth Paltrow; two drinks every time he actually does it
- One drink every time you wish Gwynneth Paltrow would deck Jude Law; two drinks every time she actually does it
So, as one might imagine, great drunkenness ensued (although I somehow contrived not to have a drink during most of this experience...). chaosdruid had also brought over Hellboy, which we did not watch, which is probably just as well -- alcohol poisoning is an ugly, ugly thing.

This bit of fun was followed by a rousing game of KURS, in which everyone was kissed, petted, bitten, and generally molested to within an inch of their lives. Because, hey, it's not a party if you're not making out with somebody else's significant other, right? We spent the night at TCP, and then spent most of the next day sleeping. I got to spend a fair amount of Sunday asleep on the couch with triadruid's head in my lap, which makes Sunday one of the better days in my recent memory. I'm such a simple creature.

Comments

[greektoomey.livejournal.com]

I don't have a problem being kissed or groped by members of the undesirable sex, as long as I'm not expected to take anything up my ass.

Sounds like a game I'd like to play.

Also, laps are the best pillows, bar none.

[agrnmn.livejournal.com]

We seem to be pretty liberal about the rules since even a few begged off the occasional kiss with little razzing even. So you are highly unlikely to take anything up the ass excepting in the case that you aren't watching where you're sitting.

[greektoomey.livejournal.com]

Well, that's reassuring. Thank you. *checks seat*

re: laps as pillows

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm not discounting featherynscale's lap by any means, but there are better pillows higher up, IMNSHO. :)

Re: laps as pillows

[greektoomey.livejournal.com]

While I am absolutely a big fan of boobs, I must respectfully disagree with regard to the relative merits of lap-as-pillow vs. boobs-as-pillow, and here's why.

The lap provides neck support, whereas the boobs exhibit an unfortunate (for our purposes) tendency to shift into less-than-ideal formations. While this shifting is a positive trait of boobs in general, it is undesirable for a pillow. Furthermore, the proximity of boobs to hard, angular bone formations such as the chin and clavicle is similarly less than ideal. Finally, the lap, when used as a pillow, locates the cranium in the perfect position for easy petting of face, neck, and hair, without requiring the lap owner to move his or her arms from a resting position.

In closing, I offer the anecdotal evidence that you do, in fact, agree with my position; if you actually disagreed, then certainly you would have had your head resting on featherynscale's chest, rather than her lap, as described.

Re: laps as pillows

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

That's interesting, because I consider hip bones to (generally) be more angular than rib cages...that was actually a point in favor of breasts, in my world. However, I have an admitted preference for "snarky big-breasted women" and not nearly so much pickiness about hips, so that may be personal bias.

Actually, your anecdotal evidence should take into account that it was muggy and warm in the house, and thus laying that much *more* on top of her while resting/sleeping would have been uncomfortable. As it was, the hippopotamus-clad couch made us wake up and move fairly quickly.

in case you were wondering

[greektoomey.livejournal.com]

Yes, I can in fact argue about anything. Whether this trait is an asset or a liability has yet to be determined.

Re: ability to argue about anything

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

I'm counting on it, quite frankly.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

All rules of play can be ducked, diverted, or otherwise gotten around if the player doesn't care to participate in them. That being said, "Nothing goes up my ass" is a standing rule in my world, and I fully understand and support other people's use of it as well.