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Lovely weekend
Apr. 11th, 2005 11:21 amSaturday 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...).![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 withtriadruid's head in my lap, which makes Sunday one of the better days in my recent memory. I'm such a simple creature.
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.
