Trust me, Drew and I have talked about hiding in our room with an Xbox, much to the outrage of the wimmin-folk.
We only pretend to be outraged so that we may run off together, cackling madly, without fear of boy-folks following.
Shoot, did I say that out loud?
vastly envious of the D-World trip, even though such places freak me out
Yeah, I've done D-World enough that I'm a little eh about it at this point...but there really is SO damned much to do, from mini-golf to spas and fireworks, that it's a great trip to take with friends. Plus, the food is to die for. Seriously. Plus, plus, the lodging is free b/c of my vacation club membership. Hard to beat that.
Aw. The Pete and Jilli story is...aw. Pete is so...
...well. You know.
Still have not heard back from Psych You Out With Our Second Test Possible Employer, but I also know I am being impatient, what with the test being sent to me only this morning.
I am re-reading Bulfinch's Mythology. Forgot just how cool it was.
I can't wait to spend an evening in the Adventurer's Club getting piss drunk and enjoying the crazy.
Aims, I wish we could teleport you three out to join us. Maybe in a few years when Em is a wee bit older?
You'll be a lonely drunk, ND, I really don't drink.
Oops.
I am in HELL
Did anyone else here know that hell is adorable?
You know, I wasn't really on the Pete the Adorable train until now. I thought of him as interesting, very talented, good to Jilly and somewhat loomy. After that story, however, it's hard to avoid the A word.
Alcohol isn't necessary to enjoy the whackiness of the The Adventurers' Club. Trust me.
ION, just been looking at photos from Comicon.
So wish I could have gone.
Heh. My matron of honor and I used to work at the Adventurers Club at the Dickens Fair, which sounds just about exactly like the one at D-World except set rather earlier (mid-1860s).
One year we led a ladies' entomology group and gave lectures about things like Domesticating and Civilizing The Scorpion and Will No One Hear The Cries Of The Oppressed? An Encomium Against The Evils Of The Flea Circus, and the next year we led a ladies' political society urging the reunion of that cranky toddler, the U.S., with Mother England. Preferably through Albert abdicating the throne and allowing Victoria to marry Abraham Lincoln, whose wife was crazy anyhow and could be easily set aside in a sunny sanitarium somewhere.
It was great fun without the booze, but the AC was the place where I had my first taste of realio-trulio illegal Eastern European absinthe. Mmmm, absinthe.
