I'm not quite sure why i'm not in bed sleeping, because Jason and I threw a housewarming bash last night. I am shagged. Completely. Mainly because I stayed up very late and had one or two beers.Highlights included:
- being told that the house has a nice feel to it, you know, cosy-like
- performing mini-survey on gut response to caribbean colour scheme (there were a few 'gack's, and a quiet few paid it compliments)
- meeting many new and interesting people who live here (the computery to non-computery ratio was still a little one-sided for my liking, but at least many people were fighting for my digital rights)
- a special guest star all the way from Sacramento
- home-baked cupcakes (!)
- Barbie Genesis holding her own being battered from all sides by various meats
- having more booze the morning after than the night before
- people expressing surprise that they didn't know everyone else there
- many future plans for smaller bashes, including possible Sunday morning brunch/games FEST
- the sticky party floor
- intelligent conversation
- meeting some of J's relatives
- continued enstaggerment at the yankee love of the condiment
- and stuff like that
Oh, all that and the fact that today I discovered Halo2 in my beanbag chair, and J and I had a whopping great fry up fest for breakfast. (Barbie's so versatile!)
If I do say so myself, it was bloody delicious, not to mention constitutional.