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Mar. 18th, 2005 12:21 amMy ears are still ringing.
I am no longer covered in green paint! However, I think the leprechauns with NINJA STEALTH will be making an appearance tonight.
There is very little sadder than a bunch of very drunk Americans hoping that if they consume enough alcohol, potatoes, beef, and Guiness gravy, they will become Irish.
The bagpipers all need to be shot, beheaded, and buried at a crossroads. Eew.
The dancers are very, very young, and will be creamed at the World Championships.
The band I actually went to see, however, was energetic and entertaining. I got t-shirts. One of which was signed by the band, which is of the yay.
I did contemplate murdering the two very drunk blondes who insisted on dancing on top of me.
And my ears are still ringing.
Comments will be tagged at some point tomorrow, but there is marathon painting until game (which is around 5-6 pm EST) and then there is marathon SLEEPING. So I may show up around ... 4pm Saturday. Which actually means, Fluff, that I will see you before you go to bed, at least in theory, so howzat? Nutster, Vespy, folks, I will attempt to get with you at some point on the whole Kitt-Red-Michael-etc thing. Blah. Comments will be tagged. At some point. I still have Foggy Dew stuck in my head.
Why is it that the men in kilts I wouldn't mind flashing me never do?
Okies. Painting of base layers on orcs and skeletons to commence. Bed in an hour and a half. Online time sporadic till then. OH!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adsartha, I still owe you the next part of Megan/Peter. To be written probably Saturday afternoon when I am coherent again.
Happy St. Bastard's day, everyone. Hope you didn't drink too too much.
I am no longer covered in green paint! However, I think the leprechauns with NINJA STEALTH will be making an appearance tonight.
There is very little sadder than a bunch of very drunk Americans hoping that if they consume enough alcohol, potatoes, beef, and Guiness gravy, they will become Irish.
The bagpipers all need to be shot, beheaded, and buried at a crossroads. Eew.
The dancers are very, very young, and will be creamed at the World Championships.
The band I actually went to see, however, was energetic and entertaining. I got t-shirts. One of which was signed by the band, which is of the yay.
I did contemplate murdering the two very drunk blondes who insisted on dancing on top of me.
And my ears are still ringing.
Comments will be tagged at some point tomorrow, but there is marathon painting until game (which is around 5-6 pm EST) and then there is marathon SLEEPING. So I may show up around ... 4pm Saturday. Which actually means, Fluff, that I will see you before you go to bed, at least in theory, so howzat? Nutster, Vespy, folks, I will attempt to get with you at some point on the whole Kitt-Red-Michael-etc thing. Blah. Comments will be tagged. At some point. I still have Foggy Dew stuck in my head.
Why is it that the men in kilts I wouldn't mind flashing me never do?
Okies. Painting of base layers on orcs and skeletons to commence. Bed in an hour and a half. Online time sporadic till then. OH!
adsartha, I still owe you the next part of Megan/Peter. To be written probably Saturday afternoon when I am coherent again.Happy St. Bastard's day, everyone. Hope you didn't drink too too much.
