Now that you've got your nickelbag…
Last night's I, Claudius Drinking Game was phenominal. We've moved the event to Jonno's & Sturtle's Marigny chalais for the better sound system and intimacy. The dogs are fun, too.
Mordantia Bat is gracing us with her presence this week, and since she and Kallistí invented the damn game in the first place, it was an exquisite luxury to have one of the founders present at our ridiculous little evening.
Add to that most of the cast of I Suddenly Know What You Did Last Summer! and you've got a bunch of theatre types heckling and acting along with the action on the screen. Of which there was plenty as we've entered into the Caligula Years. Blood, incest, cannibalism, lunacy, horses as senators, and of course the Dance of the Dawn! It's amazing we didn't run out of vino.
I was too drunk either to bike home, or even change out of my toga, so we Uptowners rang a cab, and I stood in the street, no shoes, white and gold royal robes, pouring wine into a goblet and instructing the cabbie to put my valiant steed in the trunk.
Vague and fuzzy recollections. Blogstalker chasing the cab down the street to give me my camera back. More wine on the balcony with my lovely houseguests, Rickylane and his bootycall. Discussing, what else, wine?
By all accounts I should be a walking, talking hangover. By some weird freak of nature (hi! freak of nature here!) it's a pain-free morning.
Ø obligations today.
Punk Rock Karaoke tonight anyone? Be there or … don't.
Current Mood: |
Fine, thanks. |
Current Music: |
20's and 30's jukebox on my computer. |