A planned and flying visit from a lovely lesbian lawyer [mmmm alliteration] has left me with an unusual spot in my calendar and, dare I say it, social diary – which as we know is always terribly, ah, full. I have [gasp here] a Saturday off work. [I’m sure you’re just as excited as me.] What you may not realise is that this means I can drink and debauch on a Friday night – something that I have not done in some time – so drink and debauch I will. The Friday in question is the 2nd of December. This, so says my full astrological chart with things ascending and descending at a delirious rate, is an auspicious day for me. In the spirit of auspiciousness and very little viciousness I throw open an invite to sundry types including [are you feeling special?] you my little bloggy dears! Obviously it will be at a yet to be decided alco-venue of some kind, probably in my local area and quite probably at my local. The ever charming BourbonBird with be dancing in alcohol driven attendance – oh, and if you’re really lucky she’ll repeat her fantabulous ‘I touch myself’ performance originally aired early this afternoon. And we’re going to lean on some fav bloggers to make us look like totally popular. Interested parties should email me [it’s in my otherwise bare profile cupboard] or await a royal decree [decree and invite are synonyms, right?] – depending on temperament, email availability, and my own special brand of can-I-be-fucked-ness. Otherwise, pretty much all are welcome.
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.
17 comments:
YEAH! I am, like, so, like, there, duuuuuuuuude!
I may/may not have to take you up on the offer to crash on your oh-so-cushionny unit floor, depending on public transport/cab availability on the night. I'd rather do the walk of shame in the daylight hours, hungover but relatively sober, rather than blind drunk, dragging my face on building walls.
Happy birthday to Nails!
I don't want anybody else, when I think about you ahtouchmahself
AHTOUCHMAHSELLLLLF!
could you guys teleport yourselves to Melbourne for the night?
I second the gatecrashers... Just one other proviso - no in-fucking-sane ones.
Hey. Is it, was it, will it be (per B.B's comment) your birthday? If so many happy returns, departures, and other travel type words of felicitation etc.
Urgh, I'm a douche. You didn't mention it was your birthday at the end of November.
My bad, it was all about your lovely lesbian lawyer.
Oops. Sorry.
It's also about my birthday - 'cept right now I'm still in denial that my b'day's at the end of the month, not even end of month, a couple of weeks, two, exactly, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! It's also mostly about having a SATURDAY off work - so exciting! And being hideously hung over when LLL arrives - joy! At some point when I'm really tanked [3am looks good] I'm phoning her out of revenge...
So it is a birthday! Way cool.
Is anyone good going?
Sorry I won't be there. Called away :|
I'll be there - good enough, Adam?
What do you want for your birthday?
P.S) I said "good" not "almostokayish".
Gosh, birfday wishes....well, world peace - obviously, oh no, wait, that's for when I become Ms World. I think alcohol and a zimmer frame will suffice :) or any other tools of corruption/perversion...
Obviously you, Adam, and Mark [*sigh* unfulfilled wishes...] and some other fair denizens of the net...
oh and I owe you :p - smartarse...
*cla;* YEAH!
What am I saying? I'm sorry. As much as I'd love a Friday night of drinking, dancing, drinking, drinking, and drinking with some wonderful folk, the flight is a little beyond my price range. HOWEVER, please have a few drinks on my behalf.
ENJOY! :)
messed up. i think i've been drinking already...
*cla;* is supposed to be *clap*
goes to the bar for another rum and coke
Ahhhhhhhhh your wish themarina....
Thanks for the invite. I'll be there with bells on, and possibly shoes as well.
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