i'm just a sweet transvestite
May. 25th, 2006 03:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolLet's not put too fine a point on this: I am still utterly, utterly drunk. I am better than I was when I woke up and went to work and played with dangerous chemicals, but still.
The fact that it is 3.30pm should tell you exactly what sort of night it was. It will also explain if I break LJ via HTML failure or just plain bad spelling.
So. I spent a lot of the afternoon nancing about, cutting up bits of ribbon and trying to find a good costume. I think, possibly, I succeeded. I then fell over on the floor laughing at Mohawk, who spent a lot of time bewailing that he was too thin for his corset. We then cracked open the Cava which the Union had given Mohawk and Katie for engagement, and the night truly began as we all slapped on pale make-up and very dark eyes.
The taxi was... humiliating, to say the least. We were all bundled up in big winter coats, but this didn't stop my wee garter thing being seen, or indeed the copious amounts of fishnet tights. As such, the best thing was to get very, very drunk when we hit the Union. Pitchers seemed the way forward, and so did Apple Sourz, and playing pool whilst not wearing very much.
Then we got into the Bop itself. Now, we were pretty merry by this point so began, you know, dancing. By ourselves. As pretty much the only people in the Bop. We were not wearing a lot - at all - and we seemed to be the only people in costume. Fortunately, other quite naked people turned up, for which I am eternally grateful.
The Union was also doing a drinks promotion for a new type of vodka, Transylvanian Red. For only 75p, you could get a shot, and for £1 it was a vodka and orange. This stuff is also 50% proof. I lost count of how much of it I drank...
The night continued in truly drunken style. Derya and Sarah left, and Katie decided the way forward was to take off her maids dress and just go for it in her underwear.
It was at this point the promotion people turned up. I may have mentioned the hideously alcoholic vodka. Me and Katie were given a bottle, posed in our drunken naked way, and got some free shots out of it. Hurrah! We're not sure, though, what we're promoting, and we have a feeling that come Freshers Week, there will be some stunned freshers embraced into the arms of the Union via mine and Katie's breasts. I have to work there!
People kept on trying to come onto me, at one point kissing my nipples. I thwacked him about the head and demanded a drink in return, but didn't get anything. Lots of people tried to dance with us and got howls of "ENGAGED!" in return. Bless them for trying.
Anyway. I came home, and somehow chipped the back of a tooth by biting down too hard, and desperately spent a lot of time wishing the bed would stop spinning. I had such a good night, though, that is is almost worth the hideous hangover of death which means I'm still in my pajamas and having trouble doing the packing thing.
And what you're all here - pictures of, basically, my breasts.
Mohawk as Frank.
I actually really rather like this photo. This is in the house, before I'd actually drank a lot.
I went into the taxi looking like this!
Sarah prefers a healthy breeze whilst playing pool.
Damnit, Derya!
Sarah and Derya have had too much.
I LIKE VODKA.
Bloody smoke machine! Me, Sarah and Derya and some fog.
The happy couple. What a beautiful picture this will be to show the children.
Katie wanted her breasts on LJ. I am happy to oblige.
Drunkenly posing.
Katie takes off her dress.
Other people might find it creepy to see their housemates underwear. NO SUCH STANDARDS FOR US.
Mohawk does not have the backside for those pants.
Columbia and Frank!
What am I doing? NO IDEA.
A rough approximation of the promotional photo. Eep.
Anyway. I'm going back to packing - it's so sad and also how do I have so much crap? - and I might even risk some toast. Maybe. Probably not.
[eta: OMFG. ON THE UNION WEBSITE AND SO VERY DRUNK ON THE PHOTOS AND OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD.]
~Hathy_Col~
The fact that it is 3.30pm should tell you exactly what sort of night it was. It will also explain if I break LJ via HTML failure or just plain bad spelling.
So. I spent a lot of the afternoon nancing about, cutting up bits of ribbon and trying to find a good costume. I think, possibly, I succeeded. I then fell over on the floor laughing at Mohawk, who spent a lot of time bewailing that he was too thin for his corset. We then cracked open the Cava which the Union had given Mohawk and Katie for engagement, and the night truly began as we all slapped on pale make-up and very dark eyes.
The taxi was... humiliating, to say the least. We were all bundled up in big winter coats, but this didn't stop my wee garter thing being seen, or indeed the copious amounts of fishnet tights. As such, the best thing was to get very, very drunk when we hit the Union. Pitchers seemed the way forward, and so did Apple Sourz, and playing pool whilst not wearing very much.
Then we got into the Bop itself. Now, we were pretty merry by this point so began, you know, dancing. By ourselves. As pretty much the only people in the Bop. We were not wearing a lot - at all - and we seemed to be the only people in costume. Fortunately, other quite naked people turned up, for which I am eternally grateful.
The Union was also doing a drinks promotion for a new type of vodka, Transylvanian Red. For only 75p, you could get a shot, and for £1 it was a vodka and orange. This stuff is also 50% proof. I lost count of how much of it I drank...
The night continued in truly drunken style. Derya and Sarah left, and Katie decided the way forward was to take off her maids dress and just go for it in her underwear.
It was at this point the promotion people turned up. I may have mentioned the hideously alcoholic vodka. Me and Katie were given a bottle, posed in our drunken naked way, and got some free shots out of it. Hurrah! We're not sure, though, what we're promoting, and we have a feeling that come Freshers Week, there will be some stunned freshers embraced into the arms of the Union via mine and Katie's breasts. I have to work there!
People kept on trying to come onto me, at one point kissing my nipples. I thwacked him about the head and demanded a drink in return, but didn't get anything. Lots of people tried to dance with us and got howls of "ENGAGED!" in return. Bless them for trying.
Anyway. I came home, and somehow chipped the back of a tooth by biting down too hard, and desperately spent a lot of time wishing the bed would stop spinning. I had such a good night, though, that is is almost worth the hideous hangover of death which means I'm still in my pajamas and having trouble doing the packing thing.
And what you're all here - pictures of, basically, my breasts.
Mohawk as Frank.
I actually really rather like this photo. This is in the house, before I'd actually drank a lot.
I went into the taxi looking like this!
Sarah prefers a healthy breeze whilst playing pool.
Damnit, Derya!
Sarah and Derya have had too much.
I LIKE VODKA.
Bloody smoke machine! Me, Sarah and Derya and some fog.
The happy couple. What a beautiful picture this will be to show the children.
Katie wanted her breasts on LJ. I am happy to oblige.
Drunkenly posing.
Katie takes off her dress.
Other people might find it creepy to see their housemates underwear. NO SUCH STANDARDS FOR US.
Mohawk does not have the backside for those pants.
Columbia and Frank!
What am I doing? NO IDEA.
A rough approximation of the promotional photo. Eep.
Anyway. I'm going back to packing - it's so sad and also how do I have so much crap? - and I might even risk some toast. Maybe. Probably not.
[eta: OMFG. ON THE UNION WEBSITE AND SO VERY DRUNK ON THE PHOTOS AND OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD.]
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-05-25 03:23 pm (UTC)What a night :D
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Date: 2006-05-25 05:29 pm (UTC)Also, MUCH RESPECT for the whole costume-thing! I once travelled (by TRAIN and TUBE) from suburban Surrey to east London in costume as Elvira. Very scary. For more Rocky Horror-ness, the one on the left is my boyf as Magenta. The wig now lives on a medium-sized Psyduck, causing much brainfoom-ness in the unsuspecting.
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Date: 2006-05-25 11:47 pm (UTC)I look as if I am just about to fall over being that you can see the dents in your arm where I'm clinging on desperately and you look as if the man told you that if you posed with your mouth open he'd throw vodka into it.
Also you can see my tattoo, which is cool.
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Date: 2006-05-26 02:42 pm (UTC)