How much did I drink last night?
Jun. 18th, 2011 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jumperfuckerI woke up to a very, very unexpected sight. The smoke alarm was going off, which was what got me up in the first place, so I got up to see what hell S had brought upon the flat this time, only to find him laughing at Mary, who was jumping up and down like some sort of madwoman. She eventually got the alarm off, right around the time the landlord came upstairs to see what all the noise was (I think they probably woke him too). I didn't know what the hell was going on, so I tried to go kiss S good morning, but he declared that I smelt bad and wanted nothing to do with me until I had a shower.
I was fairly sure that I'd dreamt all this up until getting out of the shower and found both of them still in the kitchen. Mary was trying to make tea, but it wasn't going well because S was on the floor almost right underneath her doing something to one of the tiles. I don't know. He gets distracted pretty easily like that sometimes.
Turns out they made me breakfast and burnt everything but the eggs (which were rather perfect, actually). Apparently that's why S won't eat meat very often, though. I guess I don't burn it enough for him, because he was doing pretty well with it this morning (which reminds me. I managed to have a talk with him the other day about that synaesthesia, and apparently he just said that his supper tasted blue because he couldn't think of a more suitable way to describe it. Colour didn't really play into it, other than apparently it tasted how he imagines the colour blue might taste. I don't know. Maybe he's just weird after all).
Mary stuck around for a little bit, and apparently got us a new (plastic) set of plates and bowls. So, thanks again for that! We owe you. I thought for a while that they might actually start to be getting along, but as soon as she was gone, S said some things that I didn't even know how to respond to. So now I'm right back to not even knowing why she was over in the first place. Except to buy us some plates, that is.
ETA: I just saw my journal from last night. What the hell was I drinking last night?
ETA 2: I know some of you are bringing alcohol tonight and there's talk of the pub after, which is fine. Bring whatever you want. But don't expect S or me to participate in either. I need to remember that it's been almost 20 years since I was 20 years old. OK Bill. You're right. Granddad. D:
I was fairly sure that I'd dreamt all this up until getting out of the shower and found both of them still in the kitchen. Mary was trying to make tea, but it wasn't going well because S was on the floor almost right underneath her doing something to one of the tiles. I don't know. He gets distracted pretty easily like that sometimes.
Turns out they made me breakfast and burnt everything but the eggs (which were rather perfect, actually). Apparently that's why S won't eat meat very often, though. I guess I don't burn it enough for him, because he was doing pretty well with it this morning (which reminds me. I managed to have a talk with him the other day about that synaesthesia, and apparently he just said that his supper tasted blue because he couldn't think of a more suitable way to describe it. Colour didn't really play into it, other than apparently it tasted how he imagines the colour blue might taste. I don't know. Maybe he's just weird after all).
Mary stuck around for a little bit, and apparently got us a new (plastic) set of plates and bowls. So, thanks again for that! We owe you. I thought for a while that they might actually start to be getting along, but as soon as she was gone, S said some things that I didn't even know how to respond to. So now I'm right back to not even knowing why she was over in the first place. Except to buy us some plates, that is.
ETA: I just saw my journal from last night. What the hell was I drinking last night?
ETA 2: I know some of you are bringing alcohol tonight and there's talk of the pub after, which is fine. Bring whatever you want. But don't expect S or me to participate in either. I need to remember that it's been almost 20 years since I was 20 years old. OK Bill. You're right. Granddad. D:
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Date: 2011-06-19 07:10 am (UTC)Don't worry little guy, the big scary man's gone now.
Come and have a Jaffa cake.
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Date: 2011-06-18 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-18 03:03 pm (UTC)I can't believe we're actually finally going to get to meet in person.
And I hope I didn't curse it by saying that.
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Date: 2011-06-18 08:31 pm (UTC)(I like picking locks. It's a more intricate version of those metal puzzle things. I only pick my own though. Paperclip = instrument of choice!)
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Date: 2011-06-18 08:33 pm (UTC)I might try that if they all go get drunk without me again.
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Date: 2011-06-18 08:33 pm (UTC)This is why synesthete websites tend to be pretty bland in design. :P