well, what a night saturday was.
the hookup was fucking tops.
awesome dinner at the forrest vgan restaurant in west end with speedway74 andbiancarose and my housemate gabs, albeit no vegan tofu cheese cake... but not that i need it.
on to (and fuck knows why there, but) the normanby hotel for rocketeer's last blast and didn't he just blast off?
it truly was a well attended soire, with sonofjah linoleum star_pariah and a bunch of other past, present and future members. but fuck! i was not into the surroundings of that inner-city suburban pub. lots of up-turned collars and sport on the big screen. call me a pub prude. i know that i am, but i have to work in them so when i go out i want to feel comfortable...
oh, well.
anyways, it was fun to chat to the peeps and bianca nd myself managed to muster the troups together and make for a hasty escape on to the valley, where we hooked up with the defunct lasonja.
i hung with that 2-headed beast whilst the party spewed into the unknowing surrounds of the depot. i then conned the girls to head away from the bad music is worthi t if it's 2for1 drinks and up to ric's for some live music and a few of my other friends were hanging.
before i knew it, the lasonja had missed their train, so me being the sucker told them i would drive them home at 415am. ixnay on the artsmy! we all crashed out soon after 2 and i dreaded the drive, but it made for a very lazy sunday including a superb brekky back at west end with 1/2 of lasonja and the purchase of a NEW FUCKING TASTE SENSATION FROM THE FORREST. this peanut-butter surprise cake was so fucking yum, we bought the whole damn thing!
i wished i had the energy to do my outdoorsy type things with the mates a la rocketeer and linoleum's sunday, but alas, no. but it was good to veg out and i managed to kip for an hour in the daytime. i haven't done this ever in my memory! i even remember getting into trouble at kindy for not napping in nap time.
what a fucking boring post!
i guess the point is, if you've gotten this far, it will entice you to have a nap.
thankyou, one and all for a top night on saturday.
i suggest y'all head forrest ways and
their shit. das ist gutte, ya?
the hookup was fucking tops.
awesome dinner at the forrest vgan restaurant in west end with speedway74 andbiancarose and my housemate gabs, albeit no vegan tofu cheese cake... but not that i need it.
on to (and fuck knows why there, but) the normanby hotel for rocketeer's last blast and didn't he just blast off?
it truly was a well attended soire, with sonofjah linoleum star_pariah and a bunch of other past, present and future members. but fuck! i was not into the surroundings of that inner-city suburban pub. lots of up-turned collars and sport on the big screen. call me a pub prude. i know that i am, but i have to work in them so when i go out i want to feel comfortable...
oh, well.
anyways, it was fun to chat to the peeps and bianca nd myself managed to muster the troups together and make for a hasty escape on to the valley, where we hooked up with the defunct lasonja.
i hung with that 2-headed beast whilst the party spewed into the unknowing surrounds of the depot. i then conned the girls to head away from the bad music is worthi t if it's 2for1 drinks and up to ric's for some live music and a few of my other friends were hanging.
before i knew it, the lasonja had missed their train, so me being the sucker told them i would drive them home at 415am. ixnay on the artsmy! we all crashed out soon after 2 and i dreaded the drive, but it made for a very lazy sunday including a superb brekky back at west end with 1/2 of lasonja and the purchase of a NEW FUCKING TASTE SENSATION FROM THE FORREST. this peanut-butter surprise cake was so fucking yum, we bought the whole damn thing!
i wished i had the energy to do my outdoorsy type things with the mates a la rocketeer and linoleum's sunday, but alas, no. but it was good to veg out and i managed to kip for an hour in the daytime. i haven't done this ever in my memory! i even remember getting into trouble at kindy for not napping in nap time.
what a fucking boring post!
i guess the point is, if you've gotten this far, it will entice you to have a nap.
thankyou, one and all for a top night on saturday.
i suggest y'all head forrest ways and
their shit. das ist gutte, ya?
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rubyred:
love that you use the word "snuggle" not cuddle 
just seems so much better
just seems so much better
rubyred:
er...i wouldve got snuggs. i use that weird arse language 