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featherynscaleOk. Fair to say, this weekend was one of the better birthday experiences ever.
Trekked down to the airport Friday afternoon with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
druidevo to pick up greektoomey, run home and change for the party. niveus_tigris provided eyeliner assistance for some of the gentlemen (hero as always), and things went generally pretty well. 8elements didn't have a chance to come by and bring greektoomey his clothes, so we had to improvise a bit, but overall, everything worked. I wore sxypaganmom's old black evening dress, heeled sandals and a metric goatload of makeup, along with the Unofficial Birthday Tiara, and generally looked pretty silly. kittenpants went as the sexiest ever French fop, in frock coat and pantaloons and oceans of lace. triadruid went the extra mile and shaved his face and some of his chest to competently wear a purple flowered top and the extra-sexy purple Morticia skirt. greektoomey ended up in the red/green Happy Pants and a black Tger shirt, which was not precisely cross-dressing, but was certainly unlikely and looked good.
McCoys was once again kind enough to deal with us in an entertaining manner and not kick us out at all. At one point, there was discussion of flogging the waiter, as he seemed to be up for that sort of thing, and ES had kindly brought along the braided-tail flogger that I covet, but I don't think that ever actually happened. I was feeling a little hazy by the end of the McCoy's experience, but I think I would have remembered that. There was a lot of toasting, includingiron_clad's signature "to Honor!" toast, which engendered some spontaneous chanting of his name, Fight Club style. At some point there was a toast to Dionysos, at which point, everyone drank, and then, simultaneously, everyone who had toasted with a non-alcoholic beverage realized the error of their ways, and scrambled for a real drink to toast Him with.
Somewhere else in there,greektoomey got mistaken for a bouncer, triadruid slipped in his heels (causing the girls at a nearby table to go "Some lady just fell!"), and some other things happened, which were almost certainly funny. niveus_tigris balanced an empty glass on his boob, and zylch built Beerhenge. Bailey the barmonkey presided over events.
Following that, we went over to Missy B's, and met up withchainwoman and kcwitch. We didn't stay long, though, because it was flooding rain and we'd gotten fairly soaked getting from point A to point B. Still, we did catch a little bit of the act, and I collected the Ritual Birthday Spankings. So that, too was fun. saffronhare pointed out to us that there was a pole upstairs, but I never did make it up there. Stairs are hard, especially when you're drunk, in heels, or both.
Saturday was a much quieter experience... went over to Haven to play some KURS and watch bad movies. Like, for example, Alexander. I have nothing at all to say about the plot of the film, as I couldn't be buggered to follow it, but there were a lot of very attractive men in it, most of whom had awfully northern Eurpoean accents to be Macedonians and Persians. But hey, Colin Farrell (Irishman) kissed a Persian slave boy (who was apparently also an Irishman, by the unlikely name of Fernando Bosch) and Jonathan Rhys Meyers was in it as well, as an amazingly attractive (and Welsh) Macedonian commander. So that's all good.
Also, there was a brief experiment in whisky, which led to two conclusions: 1)triadruid can still get drunk; and 2)we needed more whisky.
Later, there might be pictures posted. If you were at the party and do not wish your photograph to appear on teh Intarweb, please make note here.
Trekked down to the airport Friday afternoon with
druidevo to pick up greektoomey, run home and change for the party. niveus_tigris provided eyeliner assistance for some of the gentlemen (hero as always), and things went generally pretty well. 8elements didn't have a chance to come by and bring greektoomey his clothes, so we had to improvise a bit, but overall, everything worked. I wore sxypaganmom's old black evening dress, heeled sandals and a metric goatload of makeup, along with the Unofficial Birthday Tiara, and generally looked pretty silly. kittenpants went as the sexiest ever French fop, in frock coat and pantaloons and oceans of lace. triadruid went the extra mile and shaved his face and some of his chest to competently wear a purple flowered top and the extra-sexy purple Morticia skirt. greektoomey ended up in the red/green Happy Pants and a black Tger shirt, which was not precisely cross-dressing, but was certainly unlikely and looked good. McCoys was once again kind enough to deal with us in an entertaining manner and not kick us out at all. At one point, there was discussion of flogging the waiter, as he seemed to be up for that sort of thing, and ES had kindly brought along the braided-tail flogger that I covet, but I don't think that ever actually happened. I was feeling a little hazy by the end of the McCoy's experience, but I think I would have remembered that. There was a lot of toasting, including
iron_clad's signature "to Honor!" toast, which engendered some spontaneous chanting of his name, Fight Club style. At some point there was a toast to Dionysos, at which point, everyone drank, and then, simultaneously, everyone who had toasted with a non-alcoholic beverage realized the error of their ways, and scrambled for a real drink to toast Him with.Somewhere else in there,
greektoomey got mistaken for a bouncer, triadruid slipped in his heels (causing the girls at a nearby table to go "Some lady just fell!"), and some other things happened, which were almost certainly funny. niveus_tigris balanced an empty glass on his boob, and zylch built Beerhenge. Bailey the barmonkey presided over events.Following that, we went over to Missy B's, and met up with
chainwoman and kcwitch. We didn't stay long, though, because it was flooding rain and we'd gotten fairly soaked getting from point A to point B. Still, we did catch a little bit of the act, and I collected the Ritual Birthday Spankings. So that, too was fun. saffronhare pointed out to us that there was a pole upstairs, but I never did make it up there. Stairs are hard, especially when you're drunk, in heels, or both.Saturday was a much quieter experience... went over to Haven to play some KURS and watch bad movies. Like, for example, Alexander. I have nothing at all to say about the plot of the film, as I couldn't be buggered to follow it, but there were a lot of very attractive men in it, most of whom had awfully northern Eurpoean accents to be Macedonians and Persians. But hey, Colin Farrell (Irishman) kissed a Persian slave boy (who was apparently also an Irishman, by the unlikely name of Fernando Bosch) and Jonathan Rhys Meyers was in it as well, as an amazingly attractive (and Welsh) Macedonian commander. So that's all good.
Also, there was a brief experiment in whisky, which led to two conclusions: 1)
triadruid can still get drunk; and 2)we needed more whisky. Later, there might be pictures posted. If you were at the party and do not wish your photograph to appear on teh Intarweb, please make note here.
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Re: Oh, about the picture thing.
Date: 2005-08-22 06:45 pm (UTC)Hopefully,
Re: Oh, about the picture thing.
Date: 2005-08-23 06:58 am (UTC)