?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Dinner, with a side of Guitar Hero

ailetoile's birthday was yesterday, and therefore her cohort had Plans Made for dinner and gaming. I decided that dinner sounded like a great plan, so after bleeding out the elbow and getting a nap, I went! The drive was a little longer than I expected, and I was running late to boot, so I showed up late.

Fortunately, the waitstaff figured out which party it was, partly because I saw squidheadjax and identified him as part of the party. A good, if puntastic, time was had by all. I finally got to meet legomymalfoy, which was alarmingly cool as I've been fangirling her writing like mad since forever.

My hearing is not the best in dinner situations like that, with five conversations going on at once, a noisy room, and the inability to see the lips of the person I'm trying to listen to, but that didn't set me back too much, even though I know I missed several things. At least one of the members of the party did not know what a Mooninite was. (I don't know what they are, really, just what they look like. ) They didn't know what they looked like. Many members of the party attempted to describe them; my effort was "Like a very angry TiVo." Someone else offered "Like SpongeBob. Giving the finger."
                       

There's a certain resemblance, if only that they're all vaguely rectangular.

stevieg got the winning fortune of the evening: "Fortune Not Found: Abort, Retry, or Ignore?" Since this is a large handful of LJ Support people, there was dying laughing. Alas, no one had a working photo post device on hand (Ruby was out of battery; I should recharge) so we had to make do with two separate text-based mobile device posts.

I was invited back to the apartment for fun, cake, and gaming. We distributed to depart. ailetoile and stevieg took legomymalfoy home; I followed roommate-dude-whose-username-I'm-still-not-sure-of with squidheadjax because Vash has headroom. We had directions; I'd carefully written them down in the paper-journal-of-the-moment, but it was still good to do following lest something Scary happen, and in any case, I would have been wandering around hopelessly in the apartment complex parking lot. As it was, a Parking Lot Boogie ensued when there were a short number of available parking spaces, with three cars juggling two parking spaces between them. The non-Support friends who I don't know so well got the uncovered one, eventually, I got the covered one, and the roommate found an uncovered one somewhere down thattaway. I think I have the way in memorized now, though, and the way out is as simple as tracing back the way in.

Assorted music ensued, and then Guitar Hero. The resident cat, Spink, was very much in evidence. True to feline form, she has been completely ignoring her newest toy, a very nice short cat tree, in favor of the box it came in.

A Beverage was planned, a cake milkshake. A sacrificial cake had been made for this purpose. Since decoration on it did not matter, it was decorated in the soon-to-be-traditional fashion of sacrificial ring cakes.

Note the pink glaze "fingers" to either side of the ring.

Preparation of the righteous beverage followed.

The ice cream.


Stevie mixes.


Needs more cowbell.

(This was followed by stevieg grabbing a spoon and whacking the microwave, until someone whacked him.)

B00ze.

About three shots of booze got added to this, all told. It's a decent size batch, so the theory was, it would be just enough for a bit of a buzz. (Boy, were they in for a surprise.)

Will it blend?


Yeah, it sure did.


They taught me the recipe, so I guess they'll be charging me later.


This is how much of it I had to drink. Not very much. This was also sufficient to put me on the floor giggling helplessly.


Two good sips, and I was buzzed. Half the glass (I think it was either a 4oz or 6oz glass) was sufficient to put me on the floor, in a very giggly mood.

Spink, meanwhile, was really enjoying the box.

Aww.


When I saw that the box had the words "Extra dicke" written on it (as part of the alternate-language package advertising; hcolleen says it would have been German) I lost it again.


The mere fact of "pussy in a box" was enough to set me off. sunday_silence decided to shut me up with a candied apple. It was a rocky road candied apple. The outer layer was brown chocolate shell with white chocolate striping. Under that was marshmallows. Under that was more white chocolate. Under that were nuts. "My apple has nuts!" quoth I, and giggled a whole lot more. Under those were caramel, and under that, finally, was apple! At last! I gnawed on it for most of the rest of the evening before I had to admit defeat. (After I did that, I went and washed off my shirt in the bathroom sink, since it had been shedding chocolate on me, making a fearful mess.)

OMG candied apple.


APPLE WINS!


Spink gave up the box in favor of a milk ring. But, the inevitable happened shortly before I left:
Where'd it go?

I don't think you're getting it out any time soon, cat.


All in all, a great time had by all.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by yoksel