Me vs. The Queen of Tarts
I can't sleep, my throat is tickling me insane...
As I mentioned, I was invited to a Halloween party by firapheonix at her and samuraislider's apartment; a short jaunt down Dundas. (past our friendly neighbourhood parkette/crack depot - you know how I said Hook Avenue wasn't as slummy as it sounds? I suppose that should be it doesn't look as slummy as it sounds. Deceptive. We have real live crackwhores in our alley!) pedxing was working tonight, so he was going to drop by later on. I was going to bring some cookies with me, and got to talking with my sister, whom I hadn't chatted with in a while, while I was mixing them up. (My stepsister had her baby - now I really have to get to picking up knitting again, I want to make him a little baby hat that I found a pattern for.) So the cookies took a little longer than I was expecting, and having my attention distracted from a recipe I am trying to halve is never a good idea. Let's just say I had at least two major "Dammit! What did I just do?" moments. By the time I threw on my dress, it was almost time for Jay to be getting back, so I figured I'd wait for him to walk over. He came in looking weary and tired, saying he wasn't feeling very good and didn't think he'd be making it to the party. I hung back hoping he'd change his mind while he sat at his computer checking lj, when he announced samuraislider had posted that everyone had bailed on the party. We felt bad and decided we should walk over anyway with the cookies to see if there was anyone about. There happened to be a whole partyful of people about. I turned over the cookies to a quite tipsy loud and jovial samuraislider, then had a moment of doubt as to who I just gave my cookies to, due to his lack of facial hair. They seemed very popular - I took to avoiding eye contact with a couple of guys who thanked me enthusiastically so many times that I didn't think I could handle any more. I did appreciate the comment about the queen of hearts having nothing on me. I got to meet the resident feline, who hid under my skirt and bit my ankles - rendering me instantly in love with the adorable little bugger. Other than that, it was a party - music, frolicking of various types, drinkering, etc. We laughed a lot, made bad innuendos and ended up running away with one of Ryan's movies. I just thought all the confusion surrounding us actually getting there was funny.
So, to make a long story short - When it comes to me versus the Queen of Hearts, that old tart is totally going down! Yeah, you know it!
Tomorrow - pumpkin day! I don't know what I'm going to carve yet...
As I mentioned, I was invited to a Halloween party by firapheonix at her and samuraislider's apartment; a short jaunt down Dundas. (past our friendly neighbourhood parkette/crack depot - you know how I said Hook Avenue wasn't as slummy as it sounds? I suppose that should be it doesn't look as slummy as it sounds. Deceptive. We have real live crackwhores in our alley!) pedxing was working tonight, so he was going to drop by later on. I was going to bring some cookies with me, and got to talking with my sister, whom I hadn't chatted with in a while, while I was mixing them up. (My stepsister had her baby - now I really have to get to picking up knitting again, I want to make him a little baby hat that I found a pattern for.) So the cookies took a little longer than I was expecting, and having my attention distracted from a recipe I am trying to halve is never a good idea. Let's just say I had at least two major "Dammit! What did I just do?" moments. By the time I threw on my dress, it was almost time for Jay to be getting back, so I figured I'd wait for him to walk over. He came in looking weary and tired, saying he wasn't feeling very good and didn't think he'd be making it to the party. I hung back hoping he'd change his mind while he sat at his computer checking lj, when he announced samuraislider had posted that everyone had bailed on the party. We felt bad and decided we should walk over anyway with the cookies to see if there was anyone about. There happened to be a whole partyful of people about. I turned over the cookies to a quite tipsy loud and jovial samuraislider, then had a moment of doubt as to who I just gave my cookies to, due to his lack of facial hair. They seemed very popular - I took to avoiding eye contact with a couple of guys who thanked me enthusiastically so many times that I didn't think I could handle any more. I did appreciate the comment about the queen of hearts having nothing on me. I got to meet the resident feline, who hid under my skirt and bit my ankles - rendering me instantly in love with the adorable little bugger. Other than that, it was a party - music, frolicking of various types, drinkering, etc. We laughed a lot, made bad innuendos and ended up running away with one of Ryan's movies. I just thought all the confusion surrounding us actually getting there was funny.
So, to make a long story short - When it comes to me versus the Queen of Hearts, that old tart is totally going down! Yeah, you know it!
Tomorrow - pumpkin day! I don't know what I'm going to carve yet...