'War Stories'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
::thinks about receiving text instructions from ita while at a party:: ::imagines self walking into a party buck naked::
::realizes the two could be related::
Allyson - imagine everyone else at the party is receiving text instructions from ita.
(ETA: ok, this worked better in my head... which was still reeling from that phone.)
I made some gift ideas post in LJ a while back:
charities: [link] to which I'd add kiva.org
online store: [link] to which uncommongoods.com is always nice as well as the above mentioned etsy.com
We could text you instructions during the party.
YES! Please do.
I don't small talk well. And the onus ends up being on me to be funny.
can we text you in lolcat?
ita - passing you head-bubblewrap to make up for my obnoxious.
I don't small talk well. And the onus ends up being on me to be funny.
Well, if any one conversation gets overly tedious, just excuse yourself and walk over to someone else and start another conversation. Then once you've put in a long enough appearance you can go home.
My personal strategy is to try to look busy with food and/or a drink. Then maybe talk to one or two people for a while before going home. If I'm standing alone too long and desperation strikes, I might go to the bathroom. But I don't really recommend that strategy.
"This is Allyson, she wrote a book."
"Oh? What's it about?"
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer fans."
"Huh."
Top five priciest restaurants in the USA.
I'm relieved Masa was #1, because that shit is ridiculous.
Allyson: "OMG, I can't believe that Mitchell report!"
Allyson, do you know any party tricks? Like tying the stem of a cherry into a knot in your mouth?
I don't get it. Allyson is so entertaining at parties. And I don't even mean that in a laugh-at way. Totally laugh-with.
Allyson, you could just imagine you were giving me instructions on how to behave at parties. Right now my modus operandi is to mix alcohol with my painkillers, sit still until the room stops spinning, traumatise some guys on the dance floor, punctuating the whole with long walks outside where it's nice and quiet and people leave me alone.
Basically? Obnoxious. Threatened to beat the crap out of someone at the last wedding I attended. But I blame the dysphoric painkillers.