I think the move onto the balcony was where it evaporated, to me. If not aware of us, they were, at least, perfectly comfortable and aware of the possibility of on-lookers. Before that, they could have been nelieved to be just that drunk (and given the rest of the performance, well, that holds up even better)
I'm just waiting to see if I pass out. Long story.
Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'
F2F 3: Who's Bringing the Guacamole?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: San Francisco, May 19-21, 2006! Everything else, go here! Swag!
DebetEsse - May 25, 2005 9:21:54 am PDT #3072 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
§ ita § - May 25, 2005 9:22:36 am PDT #3073 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
comfortable and aware of the possibility of on-lookers
Perhaps even seeking it.
Every exhibitionist needs a voyeur.
Fred Pete - May 25, 2005 9:31:27 am PDT #3074 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
You're talking about a city where, for substantial periods every year, crowds of people urge strangers to engage in public nudity. During the winter.
Sex on a balcony? Next logical step.
§ ita § - May 25, 2005 9:37:48 am PDT #3075 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Sex on a balcony? Next logical step.
Next, or same? Mardi Gras was where I saw my first incontrovertible public sex act.
Fred Pete - May 25, 2005 9:41:39 am PDT #3076 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Next, or same?
Next, beyond, "Show your tits!" Which was the cry of choice during my student days.
They may have started yelling for other things later.
§ ita § - May 25, 2005 9:42:55 am PDT #3077 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Ah. There weren't so many tits on this end of Bourbon Street. Perhaps "Put your dick in my mouth!" was their analogue.
DXMachina - May 25, 2005 9:54:11 am PDT #3078 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
I think the move onto the balcony was where it evaporated, to me.
Well, yeah. That's when you started throwing beads at them.
DebetEsse - May 25, 2005 9:58:22 am PDT #3079 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
We tried to throw beads at them before that, to make noise on the balcony. But ND throws like a girl.
DXMachina - May 25, 2005 10:15:36 am PDT #3080 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Meanwhile, I was just a phone call away.
Daisy Jane - May 25, 2005 10:19:41 am PDT #3081 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Oh, I don't think I got to tell you guys. After the party ended at the bar Linz and I changed and went down to the Absinthe house and ran into these guys who'd never been to NO. We showed them some bars and then took them down to ride the mechanical bull on Decatur. I fell off twice, one of the guys couldn't stay on at all (the other didn't ride), and Linz stayed on the whole freaking time- I'm so proud. Anyway, by the time we got back we'd indulged quite a bit. I took a shower, went to bed, slept until around noon, woke up to take a shower and found I was still wearing the "I RODE THE BULL!" sticker.
Sunday we went to Sbisa, and though we didn't get to hear Linnzi sing, my friend Cyn did get up and join the 3 piece jazz combo for "Almost Like Being in Love."