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loneraven (The Watcher)
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osiris13 (The Dysfunctional One)
Enid=balthaser (The Guru Of Cool)
Emily=shipperkitten (The Token Straight Person)
Hannah=purplerainbow (The Drama Queen)
Ron (A Car)
I've been sitting at the computer for a while wondering how on earth to describe to the rest of the world the weirdness and coolness of that has been the Slightly Reduced Resident Lunatic Christmas '04. Firstly, I appreciate the oddness of this title. We couldn't do it in the run-up to Christmas because Iona was in India. After Christmas Emily was skiing in France, so that was out. Eventually, we combined it with another event - Emily came back from France yesterday and Enid starts college today, so this was literally the only day we could wangle it.
It was also a joint birthday thing for Clare and Hannah. Yes, their birthday was in November. Not the point.
Yesterday was a Bank Holiday, so me being me, I decided it was entirely sensible to try and be at the train station early to get the 5.50 train. The train was instead running at 5.35 which I caught by a gnats whisker, before realising that I would be ridiculously early.
"Well, buggar," I thought. Got to Central, waited around until I got too cold and got on a train to Conway Park. This left by with 30 minutes until I was meant to be there, and Conway Park is creepy in the dark. Lots of streetlights, certainly, but I was under the impression I was the only one there more than once. One of the streetlights was flickering ominously, and the wind was playing games with the rubbish. A crisp packet rattled staccato across the road, with accompaniment from a burger box. I put my big comfy jumper on over my outfit (red jeans, pr0n boots and black blouse) and snuggled down and sat on my sleeping bag, looking like a particularly well-dressed hobo. Then I started getting my varied, mad "ZOMBIE ATTACK!" fears which led onto a timely appearance by the local zombie-esque scallies.
Fortunately, Enid and Iona put in an appearance, so All Was Well. Not long after that, Clare and Hannah turned up in Ron, so it was all good. We then proceeded to drive towards Cheshire Oaks for a meal, with The Phantom Of The Opera playing in the background with many attempts at singing. The interesting part about that isn't until later, though.
We got the restaurant early, which is unusual, and we sat around the table and discussed life, shipperdom ("If you'd just make it Official we'd leave you be. Well, probably.") and also Ultimate Kink, which is now apparently having sex on an alter. Being raised Catholic, my mind shut down at this point and I flat out refused to discuss it. Quite apart from the sacrilage, it's alos unhygienic. They prepare FOOD on the altar! Occasionally, religion comes up and bites me on the ass every so often, as well as Twisted!Logic. The other Normal People turned up, as did Emily. Emily, bless her, looked so tired it was scary. The Normal People were all very nice, although understandably terrified at times. My meal was... interesting, and the lasagne was more or less cheese soup, but the company was good, and that's what counted. I went Gooey every so often in a sort of "Awwwww..." moment. *loffles everyone* I think it was the bit when I met Sophie, and she goes "Oh, Clare's always going on about you!" at which point Clare blushed and mumbled "well, there goes my subtlety..." and I quietly died of squee. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."
Emily went home after the meal, but I did give her my gift of candles. She is a complete and utter pyromaniac, so it fitted.
And off we drove, putting in The Phantom Of the Opera from the beginning. Hannah and Enid do scary Carlotta impressions. "These things do 'appen! And do you stop them from 'appening? No!" We then proceeded to sing along to Think Of Me, which was painful but well-attempted, and then along to Angel of Music, etc, etc. My voice has become surprisingly low, which is unexpected, since I could sing soprano in choir at high school. How time flies... anyway, we have decided to enter X-Factor next year, just for comedy value. It's a day out, after all. We would so totally kick ass singing 'Walk Through The Fire' which I think was our decided song, in the end.
We got back to Hannah's house and took over her living room, although we did have to displace Hannah's brother. He is 16 and looks older, and is about twenty feet tall. Colour me jealous. We all got changed, put down bedding, threw presents (and there were a LOT) into a big pile on the floor, got drinks so strong they could STRIP PAINT, got out some crackers and strewed fairy lights across them, and took appropriate pictures and whatnot. I'll post them when Enid and Hannah do, since, y'know, they're on those cameras. Moulin Rouge (we're on a soundtrack kick) played in the background.
And then we opened presents, slowly and carefully. I can finally reveal what I got everyone! Hannah is now the proud owner of a Magic Eight Ball, and it knows EVERYTHING. It is also purple and strangely appropriate for her, as well as the boxes of Maltesers. Enid has my bag o' condoms and lube that college gave me (she asked for it) as well as a poster of Button Moon and some Mint Imperials. Iona was under orders to open the little package first, as I had gone nuts with her Christmas wishlist, and she got the silver hoops she wanted. Under those were... spare bulbs for fairy lights. The big box was fairly obviously the fairy lights, so now she can have a Tara-esque room. Except she CAN'T because she left the box in the boot of Ron! Speaking of, Clare got fluffy dice ("I saw these and after I stopped jumping up and down decided that they were for you...") and also a necklace. Every card was fluffy and had song lyrics appropriate to each in it. I was SO PROUD of myself this year. In fact, everyone is wonderful and got presents To Remember.
And what did I receive? From Enid, an 'IOU'. She is making us all Colleen Show t-shirts with the site address, LJ name, group picture and description. (The descriptions are at the top. Mine is quite simply "The Star".) This will be cool when it turns up roughly in time for Easter. :P Iona got me a lovely red bag from India. It is Teh Sex and I loffle it. Hannah got me Franz Ferdinand's album! Yayness! And Clare got me a very, very pretty ring. All in all, I was Happy.
However, due to Enid's technique of mixing, I was also quite quickly approaching drunkeness. One of Enid's presents was also a Big Book Of Party Games. To play the game we chose, you need thus:
1. A circle of friends
2. Copious amounts of alcohol
This sorted rather quickly, the game is called "I Never Did...". I think we played it wrong, but we started messing around with grammer. You say "I never did..." and then say something you actually HAVE done. Everyone who has also done this takes a shot, sip, or gulp. Started off fairly innocent "I never did... stroke a cat" etc, etc. Only it meant that I got drunk, so, so quickly. So did Clare. Hannah swore down blind she wasn't drunk, but there is a fantastic picture of her going "Just a leetle bit..." and it really does need to be put up in every journal known to man. Iona is still on antibiotics, which didn't stop us from getting her to drink quite a bit of Baileys and also Peach Schnapps. ("It's just like Archers!" "It's 26% proof! You lie!") Enid downed the majortiy of a big bottle of Smirnoff Ice before declaring that she couldn't see and maybe she should stop. I drank roughly a third of a bottle of vodka, by the way. Am alcoholic.
The game quickly got kinky, then we forgot whose go it was. Then Iona more or less passed out, so we all curled up and basically accidentally fell asleep. There we are. ROCK AND ROLL, KIDS!
I woke up this morning and I felt SO ILL. I feel sick even now, but I have had to eat as I was about to faint from lack of energy. Now I feel more sick. I woke up at a very odd time this morning as Hannah's mum and brother were dotted around, spoke to Clare The Insomniac for a while and eventually fell back asleep, proceeding to have some very odd dreams. I had one where I could have sworn I was awake, and headstones were stopping the way into my road. I was trying to get out of Ron and tell people to turn around, and then there was an argument about Clare's driving. I was defending it! And then someone dressed like "A laaidy!" from Little Britain came and told me about Smart Cars. Very, very odd dream and felt entirely real. Waking up was almost a shock, especially as Hannah go bored and put on 'Matinee' by Franz Ferdinand. FIEND. That song makes me dance and wakes me up.
We then proceeded to go on a road trip, except this time with Placebo and no Hannah. It was more muted, as despite the fact it was midday we all felt groggy and generally bleurgh.
This is a very long post. I will sum it up as thus: last night, I had the best Christmas of the Christmas period so far, got teh kewliez presents, gave teh kewliez presents, got drunk, snuggled, slept, woke up, hungover so badly it hurts. Actually, I suspect it may be hunger in disguise, but it's not working as I just feel sick. All that said - I loved it. Roll on next year!
[EDIT: Oh, buggar. I have to go to work this afternoon. Well, that spoils the mood and just maks me feel more ill, frankly...]
~Hathy_Col~
Iona=
loneraven (The Watcher)Clare=
osiris13 (The Dysfunctional One)Enid=
balthaser (The Guru Of Cool)Emily=
shipperkitten (The Token Straight Person)Hannah=
purplerainbow (The Drama Queen)Ron (A Car)
I've been sitting at the computer for a while wondering how on earth to describe to the rest of the world the weirdness and coolness of that has been the Slightly Reduced Resident Lunatic Christmas '04. Firstly, I appreciate the oddness of this title. We couldn't do it in the run-up to Christmas because Iona was in India. After Christmas Emily was skiing in France, so that was out. Eventually, we combined it with another event - Emily came back from France yesterday and Enid starts college today, so this was literally the only day we could wangle it.
It was also a joint birthday thing for Clare and Hannah. Yes, their birthday was in November. Not the point.
Yesterday was a Bank Holiday, so me being me, I decided it was entirely sensible to try and be at the train station early to get the 5.50 train. The train was instead running at 5.35 which I caught by a gnats whisker, before realising that I would be ridiculously early.
"Well, buggar," I thought. Got to Central, waited around until I got too cold and got on a train to Conway Park. This left by with 30 minutes until I was meant to be there, and Conway Park is creepy in the dark. Lots of streetlights, certainly, but I was under the impression I was the only one there more than once. One of the streetlights was flickering ominously, and the wind was playing games with the rubbish. A crisp packet rattled staccato across the road, with accompaniment from a burger box. I put my big comfy jumper on over my outfit (red jeans, pr0n boots and black blouse) and snuggled down and sat on my sleeping bag, looking like a particularly well-dressed hobo. Then I started getting my varied, mad "ZOMBIE ATTACK!" fears which led onto a timely appearance by the local zombie-esque scallies.
Fortunately, Enid and Iona put in an appearance, so All Was Well. Not long after that, Clare and Hannah turned up in Ron, so it was all good. We then proceeded to drive towards Cheshire Oaks for a meal, with The Phantom Of The Opera playing in the background with many attempts at singing. The interesting part about that isn't until later, though.
We got the restaurant early, which is unusual, and we sat around the table and discussed life, shipperdom ("If you'd just make it Official we'd leave you be. Well, probably.") and also Ultimate Kink, which is now apparently having sex on an alter. Being raised Catholic, my mind shut down at this point and I flat out refused to discuss it. Quite apart from the sacrilage, it's alos unhygienic. They prepare FOOD on the altar! Occasionally, religion comes up and bites me on the ass every so often, as well as Twisted!Logic. The other Normal People turned up, as did Emily. Emily, bless her, looked so tired it was scary. The Normal People were all very nice, although understandably terrified at times. My meal was... interesting, and the lasagne was more or less cheese soup, but the company was good, and that's what counted. I went Gooey every so often in a sort of "Awwwww..." moment. *loffles everyone* I think it was the bit when I met Sophie, and she goes "Oh, Clare's always going on about you!" at which point Clare blushed and mumbled "well, there goes my subtlety..." and I quietly died of squee. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."
Emily went home after the meal, but I did give her my gift of candles. She is a complete and utter pyromaniac, so it fitted.
And off we drove, putting in The Phantom Of the Opera from the beginning. Hannah and Enid do scary Carlotta impressions. "These things do 'appen! And do you stop them from 'appening? No!" We then proceeded to sing along to Think Of Me, which was painful but well-attempted, and then along to Angel of Music, etc, etc. My voice has become surprisingly low, which is unexpected, since I could sing soprano in choir at high school. How time flies... anyway, we have decided to enter X-Factor next year, just for comedy value. It's a day out, after all. We would so totally kick ass singing 'Walk Through The Fire' which I think was our decided song, in the end.
We got back to Hannah's house and took over her living room, although we did have to displace Hannah's brother. He is 16 and looks older, and is about twenty feet tall. Colour me jealous. We all got changed, put down bedding, threw presents (and there were a LOT) into a big pile on the floor, got drinks so strong they could STRIP PAINT, got out some crackers and strewed fairy lights across them, and took appropriate pictures and whatnot. I'll post them when Enid and Hannah do, since, y'know, they're on those cameras. Moulin Rouge (we're on a soundtrack kick) played in the background.
And then we opened presents, slowly and carefully. I can finally reveal what I got everyone! Hannah is now the proud owner of a Magic Eight Ball, and it knows EVERYTHING. It is also purple and strangely appropriate for her, as well as the boxes of Maltesers. Enid has my bag o' condoms and lube that college gave me (she asked for it) as well as a poster of Button Moon and some Mint Imperials. Iona was under orders to open the little package first, as I had gone nuts with her Christmas wishlist, and she got the silver hoops she wanted. Under those were... spare bulbs for fairy lights. The big box was fairly obviously the fairy lights, so now she can have a Tara-esque room. Except she CAN'T because she left the box in the boot of Ron! Speaking of, Clare got fluffy dice ("I saw these and after I stopped jumping up and down decided that they were for you...") and also a necklace. Every card was fluffy and had song lyrics appropriate to each in it. I was SO PROUD of myself this year. In fact, everyone is wonderful and got presents To Remember.
And what did I receive? From Enid, an 'IOU'. She is making us all Colleen Show t-shirts with the site address, LJ name, group picture and description. (The descriptions are at the top. Mine is quite simply "The Star".) This will be cool when it turns up roughly in time for Easter. :P Iona got me a lovely red bag from India. It is Teh Sex and I loffle it. Hannah got me Franz Ferdinand's album! Yayness! And Clare got me a very, very pretty ring. All in all, I was Happy.
However, due to Enid's technique of mixing, I was also quite quickly approaching drunkeness. One of Enid's presents was also a Big Book Of Party Games. To play the game we chose, you need thus:
1. A circle of friends
2. Copious amounts of alcohol
This sorted rather quickly, the game is called "I Never Did...". I think we played it wrong, but we started messing around with grammer. You say "I never did..." and then say something you actually HAVE done. Everyone who has also done this takes a shot, sip, or gulp. Started off fairly innocent "I never did... stroke a cat" etc, etc. Only it meant that I got drunk, so, so quickly. So did Clare. Hannah swore down blind she wasn't drunk, but there is a fantastic picture of her going "Just a leetle bit..." and it really does need to be put up in every journal known to man. Iona is still on antibiotics, which didn't stop us from getting her to drink quite a bit of Baileys and also Peach Schnapps. ("It's just like Archers!" "It's 26% proof! You lie!") Enid downed the majortiy of a big bottle of Smirnoff Ice before declaring that she couldn't see and maybe she should stop. I drank roughly a third of a bottle of vodka, by the way. Am alcoholic.
The game quickly got kinky, then we forgot whose go it was. Then Iona more or less passed out, so we all curled up and basically accidentally fell asleep. There we are. ROCK AND ROLL, KIDS!
I woke up this morning and I felt SO ILL. I feel sick even now, but I have had to eat as I was about to faint from lack of energy. Now I feel more sick. I woke up at a very odd time this morning as Hannah's mum and brother were dotted around, spoke to Clare The Insomniac for a while and eventually fell back asleep, proceeding to have some very odd dreams. I had one where I could have sworn I was awake, and headstones were stopping the way into my road. I was trying to get out of Ron and tell people to turn around, and then there was an argument about Clare's driving. I was defending it! And then someone dressed like "A laaidy!" from Little Britain came and told me about Smart Cars. Very, very odd dream and felt entirely real. Waking up was almost a shock, especially as Hannah go bored and put on 'Matinee' by Franz Ferdinand. FIEND. That song makes me dance and wakes me up.
We then proceeded to go on a road trip, except this time with Placebo and no Hannah. It was more muted, as despite the fact it was midday we all felt groggy and generally bleurgh.
This is a very long post. I will sum it up as thus: last night, I had the best Christmas of the Christmas period so far, got teh kewliez presents, gave teh kewliez presents, got drunk, snuggled, slept, woke up, hungover so badly it hurts. Actually, I suspect it may be hunger in disguise, but it's not working as I just feel sick. All that said - I loved it. Roll on next year!
[EDIT: Oh, buggar. I have to go to work this afternoon. Well, that spoils the mood and just maks me feel more ill, frankly...]
~Hathy_Col~
