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[23:45] <DW-Drew> Yanno, I gotta wonder what would happen if I rode a horse through the drive-through at, say, whataburger....
[23:46] <Inoru> ...
[23:46] * Inoru sneeeerk
[23:46] <DW-Drew> Hey, I'm in TX, it's COMPLETELY possible for that to happen
[23:47] <Momijizukamori> ....I... can see that
[23:47] <Bugsy> denise@dreamwidth.org changed the Status on bug 4183 from CONFIRMED to RESOLVED FIXED.
[23:47] <Bugsy> Bug http://bugs.dwscoalition.org/show_bug.cgi?id=4183 minor, P4, -undecided-, denise, RESOLVED FIXED, Copyright date: now 2012
[23:47] <Azz> In AZ, jackinnacrack frowned on walk-throughs
[23:48] <Inoru> so hey The Last Unicorn is actually a SERIES now, right?
[23:48] <DW-Drew> jackinnacrack is crazy (and on crack) and are therefore not part of this thought experiment
[23:48] <DW-Drew> (or IS it a thought experiment <.< >.>)
[23:48] <Momijizukamori> DW-Drew: Depends if you have a horse, I suppose ;)
[23:48] <Azz> WOO 2012 ACCORDING TO SITEDATE
[23:49] <DW-Drew> I.. have horse access
[23:49] <kjwcode> Azz: Booger Thing in my city doesn't allow walk-throughs, but one time while I was drunk as hell, wearing a toga, and carrying a violin they made an exception.
[23:49] * DW-Drew eyes kjwcode
[23:49] * Azz laughs hard enough to cough
[23:49] <DW-Drew> kj: pics or it didn't happen
[23:49] <kjwcode> DW-Drew: I was being Nero. There were no pictures, sadly.
[23:49] <Inoru> kj: Ahahahahahaha
[23:50] <Azz> the sensible 24-hour food places have walk-up windows.
[23:50] <DW-Drew> also, see, I'd be onna horse, so, technically, is that a walk-up?
[23:50] <kjwcode> DW-Drew: You could argue that you're not the one doing the walking. :)
[23:50] * DW-Drew says horse qualifies as vehicle for this purpose
[23:51] <rahaeli> kjwcode: somehow i am strangely not surprised that you have done this
[23:51] <kjwcode> I personally agree. :)
[23:51] * kjwcode giggles at rahaeli. :)
[23:52] <kjwcode> I'm extremely self-conscious and don't like costume parties, but since I couldn't get out of it I guess I went all out.
[23:52] <Momijizukamori> kjwcode: I think this is the best thing I've heard all night
[23:52] <kjwcode> Momijizukamori: Thank you! :)
[23:52] <Inoru> :D
[23:52] <Momijizukamori> (I went to an anime convention dressed as Virgil once)
[23:52] <Inoru> omg less than 10 minutes, PST :DD
[23:52] <Momijizukamori> (A friend was Dante. It was Yaoicon ;) )
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Got there pretty much on time. Saw Pagan Guy in parking lot, didn't holler loud enough. (Need his cellphone # for networking purposes later, clearly.)

Milled about, located table already populated by [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa, [livejournal.com profile] dustraven, and member(s) of [livejournal.com profile] samurai_ko's Heroes game. Located Pagan Dude. We had too many people to merge parties. Ran into Butch Lady (all dragged up in femme gear); pointed her to our table and to Pagan Dude's table. Had brief discussion with [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa about my current single status. Imagine my surprise when I confessed a certain crush I had on a certain individual, only to find that she knew him through gaming as well!

Cheered for company owner, had fun. Totally flipped lid when Presidential Impersonator showed up, because damn, we're none too happy with the President, to the point where I would consider being an impersonator will have become a dangerous job. There were some people in the buffet line behind our table who actually voiced the sorts of joke you're not supposed to make, and it had the ring of ha-ha-only-serious.

There were video cameras all over; assorted shots were taken of the attendees and put up on the big screen. There were a few people who noticed that they were up there and clowned around, like that one guy.

Dinner was good. I obtained booze; 1 Tequila Sunrise has me entirely sloshed for a good portion of the night. V. cheap date. I was entertaining with a caramel apple. Ran into [livejournal.com profile] beeochkitty in the dessert line as I was returning with the apple; we discussed where we were sitting for about two minutes before we realized that in fact we were sitting at the selfsame table!

Then OMG GIN BLOSSOMS. After the first song or two, I went right up to the dance floor. Toward the end, someone dragged me into the FRONT ROW. The company owner and a girl in a very sparkly dress were dancing right in front of me. Then the lead singer hopped down from the stage and started hugging people and posing for pictures. The pointy red cube badge guy had been pointing his cameraphone at all the proceedings to begin with; his cameraphone was pointed in the right direction when I got swept up into one of the hugs. OMG I GOT HUGGED BY THE LEAD SINGER OF THE GIN BLOSSOMS, YO. I am going to have to petition the red cube badge guy for the location of his photo/video stream.

Things wound down a little. There were prize drawings, which were exciting; I didn't win anything, though the short chick on my team (although she's moving to another department) won a prize, and I think [livejournal.com profile] beeochkitty's boyfriend won something, although he has a common first name and I wasn't taking notes on the last name. There was more dancing; I was featured on the big screen at some of those points, although I wasn't aware of it; I was just having an awesome time, and celebrating the fact that I was wearing flats, although one of my transparent jelly slippers did shoot off at one point, great Cinderella moment. There were more drawings (this was when they won). During the last drawings, the roof of the ballpark opened up, and it got very windy very fast. After the last drawing ... FIREWORKS!!!!!!

We made our way out. I got a bag o' swag. I now have a number of company-branded items: messenger bag, windshield screen, water bottle, winter hat, lanyard, and little multifunction clock.


So much for that bright idea. )
azurelunatic: Escher's Order and Chaos drawing: geometric solids and broken things.  (Escher)
Please remember that the Founding Fathers of the US were not only well-spoken intellectuals, but also dangerous activists, terrorists and agitators, and didn't like the idea of Big Government. It's the sign of the strength of the nation that the political climate (crappy as it is) is still as good as it is today. Clearly we've a long way to go, but it's a strong system that's hard to suborn unless you've a collective ruling class of the wealthy and privileged fighting to maintain that wealth and privilege.

At any rate, [livejournal.com profile] gameboyguy13, [livejournal.com profile] hcolleen, [livejournal.com profile] myrrhianna, [livejournal.com profile] chailifesong, and I did the usual writers dinner two hours early, and had writing along with the food. Our waiter was pretty much by himself, with a manager and I think someone cooking. The restaurant was fairly deserted, though.

I had been telling myself "Look, you can't start editing Circle of Fire until you get some progress on the fic you wound up co-writing somehow." Today I chucked that out the window, and Circle of Fire now has a new introductory scene, and the second scene is getting shuffled around so it introduces our main characters and their assorted issues a lot more efficiently and effectively.

Traffic downtown was dire. Next time, we'll be arriving at least an hour beforehand, in order to evade traffic and road closures. [livejournal.com profile] myrrhianna was brilliant. We got a reasonable parking space and walked a ways until we had a decent viewpoint. I learned that the "cloudy" setting on the cellphone camera is good for fireworks; "night" is not. Live and learn.

There has been a heat advisory. We could all do with some bloody rain. It's been moist out, too. 113°F is not fun. At least I'm not out in it much.

At the end of the fireworks, some fellow had a battery problem. I had jumper cables in my Emergency Bag. Alas, that did not work out so well; the kind of help his truck needed was somewhere after the battery. [livejournal.com profile] myrrhianna directed, and eventually had to help me get the car out of the crazy parking spot I'd wedged it in, in the endeavor to get the two batteries close enough to make the cables reach.

Two sopranos and an alto singing Phantom of the Opera bits is very amusing. I tried taking the Phantom's part, since I had the deepest voice of those who know the piece. I had to shift octaves without warning at one point, causing the sopranos to giggle at me.

Last night was drunken karaoke from [livejournal.com profile] gameboyguy13 and me. At one point, I wound up getting up to demonstrate that I could in fact walk a straight line, and wound up doing some form of free-form dance, with lots of twirling, arm movement, and semi-fancy stepping. My calves were under the opinion that I am a large woman who is no longer in high school, and wanted to cramp up. I was of the opinion that I was drunk and could still dance. We eventually compromised, but not before unnerving both [livejournal.com profile] myrrhianna and [livejournal.com profile] gameboyguy13. Southern Comfort and coke, yo. I had poured two small cups: one for me (with perhaps a tablespoon of it in there) and one for Myrrh (with easily five times that much). The end result of this was that I snagged several slurps from the other cup to save the drinker from having much too much booze at once. Hundred-proof booze is not something to experiment with getting shitfaced on, because the line between happily drunk and far too drunk is so much smaller by volume. And it keeps absorbing after that threshold has passed. I was definitely drunk. "Endless Love" is a bastard of a song to beat if you're not used to singing the male part and isolating it from the female part, especially if you don't know the song that well.

July 4th and 5th are now a bit of a significant anniversary for me. One year ago on July 3rd, [livejournal.com profile] hcolleen mentioned in my electronic presence that she really needed to get a new roommate situation, as the current one was not good for anyone involved in it. I did some quick math and volume estimation in my head, and responded that perhaps she could take up my living room floor for some time. On July 4th, she came over, and we took a look at my studio apartment, and tried to figure out where we'd put what and how. We started around 1pm. By 5pm or so, it was apparent that we'd already decided that it was a go. I took her back home, we packed up some of her stuff, and I went off and watched fireworks. By 1pm on July 5th, she was setting up her computer desk here. We're sharing a studio apartment, people. Ordinarily, doing that without killing each other requires a romantic relationship. (For us, it just requires largely-opposite schedules and plenty of internet.)
azurelunatic: Oblong coin with a beaded border. Image of building, inscription 'IEEE 20 cents'. (ieee coin)
[livejournal.com profile] hcolleen and I wound up chatting last night. I was very drunk (for me) and she posted a chat log.

Now that was some serious intoxication there. I did get a photo of the ingredients lined up on the unreliable shelf, and I got a photo of the drink. When I was done mixing it, the big red plastic cup was a little over half full. 32 oz plastic stadium cup.

The drink was not bad, though it tasted very thickly of alcohol. It was bitter, spicy, and sour, but all the flavors worked reasonably well together. I drank it slowly because I'm very not used to alcohol and I don't really like the taste. But the rest of it was an evolution in citrus and cinnamon. I should try it with sparkling lemonade next time, if there is a next time, and ice, and gin. With a slice of lemon stuck on the side of the glass.

I don't have a hangover, because I was smart with my water. I think I killed most of a 64oz bottle of water along with the drink. Which tells you how much water I do drink anyway, and also says that I don't like dehydration, especially not from alcohol. So I'm not having the full Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster experience, because I'm not feeling mugged the morning after, but ... I can do without that bit!
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[livejournal.com profile] azurelunatic: I made myself my own version of a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster! With a few substitutions.
[livejournal.com profile] reichiere: i'm suddenly frightened
[livejournal.com profile] azurelunatic: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan_Galactic_Gargle_Blaster
Except for Ol' Janx Spirit, i used Captain Morgan. And for the water from the seas, limeade. Sparkling.
I didn't have any gin, much less mega-gin, but vodka is pretty close.
The Fallian marsh gas, to properly reproduce as I suspect intended, would have required a) a bong and b) me to actually smoke that stuff. So I sort of left that one out.
Hypermint extract? Try 90 proof peppermint schanpps. Suntiger teeth? Don't got. Atomic fireball? Got.
Zamphour was the most elusive. I added kosher salt and said "eh". I had an olive.
No slice of lemon to stick on the side of the glass,a las.
Ain't bad.
Would improve if iced. Alas, I have nooooo ice.
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I'd been anticipating having a quiet evening at home with my friends inside the computer. Instead, I wound up over at [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa and [livejournal.com profile] dustraven's, with their old roommate (who I'm sure I used to have a nickname for) and his wife and their kids, and [livejournal.com profile] figment0 besides.

I brought pomegranates and butterbeer, in the cream soda and buttershots assemble-it-yourself form. We played Harry Potter Scene It, then Apples to Apples. There was great hilarity over the latter, especially after the last remaining awake kid conked out. I won "clean" with "girl scouts" (judge: [livejournal.com profile] dustraven) and "dirty" with "car bomb" (judge: [livejournal.com profile] figment0) but failed to bag "fuzzy" with "cheesecake" (the sort that's been left at the back of the refrigerator too long, and what was I supposed to play, Canada, Death Valley, or Israel?). The rest of the group voted that [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa and I had to be separated, as we were getting too high a percentage of each other's apples.

[Poll #643557]
Is it customary to decide that the green apples that a person holds are a description of them? Our crew tonight seemed to find it customary to break out into song at pseudo-random intervals, like when someone said "dead" (we went through bits of "Dead Man's Party" and then TMBG's "Dead" the second time it came up) or when Bangkok got discussed (not much between despair and ecstasy). We did that last year too, however, not playing that game, so I think it's just the group. At some point I'd like to play the game in reverse, with green apples dealt out and red apples as the challenge. We'd run out of apples more quickly that way, but still fun for all.

Midnight was a bit of a scramble, as we were rather all in game. Champagne was poured. The guys got the TV on at 6 seconds until midnight, and I wound up clinking my cellphone against glasses (I'd been looking at the time on it). I demonstrated my Secret Weapon about hanging around with smokers when we went outside: incense. The dude gave me a light. After [livejournal.com profile] dustraven and [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa had their New Year's Kiss, I snagged a little bit of a smooch from her. [livejournal.com profile] figment0 got a peck on the cheek. Someone was letting off fireworks, people were banging on pots and pans, and someone touched off something that went fucking BOOM in rather a scary bit of noise, such that half the people present thought it had been gunfire until physical evidence in the form of we'd seen light over the trees and intervening buildings pointed out that it had to have been a far-too-large firework going off far too low, because muzzle flash is evidently neither that bright nor that high. The kid slept through it all.

The requisite car alarms were set off. It's not a fireworks display until someone's car alarm goes off; the more car alarms the better the fireworks. Is "car alarms" an Apples to Apples card? If it's not, it should be a write-in.

After we were done outside, we went back inside and finished up the game. [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa won; she'd wound up with the best of a number of bad rounds and reached ten first.

[livejournal.com profile] figment0 dropped me off home. I was staggering and weaving by that point: the energy was wearing off and the booze was wearing on. Two glasses of butterbeer and a fifth of a small glass of champagne doesn't sound like a lot, but it is if you're me, which I am; it also is on that much of not supper. Heck, it was rather a lot of not breakfast and not lunch either, because I was running out to the store to get carrots for breakfast (at 6 pm) when I called [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa, and then I wound up chatting a little, not eating breakfast, and closing down the computer and leaving. Horror of horrors: I think I Forgot to Eat Real Food. And given that I was off visiting Guide Dog Aunt, who cooks better than I do and keeps Actual Food on hand, I may well be among the few who lost weight over the holiday season.

How do you get pomegranate out of a cat? I have pomegranate on my fingers. I sent pomegranate home with the girls. I don't think the cats got into the pomegranate. I cleared dishes out from the clean dish washer into the cupboards and then from the sink into the dirty dish washer.

I want to try out the rubber ice mold that I think will work for chocolate. Someday soon.
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For once, I'm not talking about Darkside, or even [livejournal.com profile] eris_raven. No.

I talk about the drunk's best friend -- the cane.

You see, when I am wobbling and weaving, I like something to hold onto. And, a cane is good. You can use it to find the floor. You can use it to poke people with.

So far. I have been using it to not fall over walking.

Did I mention that I'm a cheap drunk?

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