I do too, on a cruise ship while Issac prepares my drink.
'Serenity'
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
I do too, on a cruise ship while Issac prepares my drink.
But you just know that Doc is going to try and cop a feel.
Doc will never notice me as long as Charro and Barbie Benton are on board.
I am not kidding, you people: [link]
I AM NOT IN THAT VIDEO!!!
As far as you know.
On flickr: Birthday Cakes of the Past [VINTAGE]
group dances at weddings confuse me.
What better place for them? At least you're there as a group.
Hey, macarena!
Disturbing Doctor slang: 8 Medical Terms Your Doctor Uses to Insult You
8 Medical Terms Your Doctor Uses to Insult You
Oh, dear god no doubt there are ten million more. I have been called frequent flier to my face, but that's not really an insult unless you spit it out.
IME, once a rod starts slipping, it had gone to the dark side and is always plotting against you.
That is what I suspected. I have a gift certificate to Bed Bath & Beyond that I've been meaning to use, anyway!
Anyway, we definitely allowed guests for anybody who was single.
No, we didn't. t /flogged out all nine excruciating iterations of the guest list
However, we did include the most ridiculously random questionnaire we could possibly concoct, and then work like hell on the seating chart for the reception -- nobody was at a table with a bunch of complete strangers (except my wee cousin who really needed to get away from her family and who really needed to spend an evening in the company of Jilli), we tried to spread the extroverts around to facilitate conversation at any table that looked like it might possibly lag, and we used the questionnaires to write up equally random and ridiculous conversation starters for each table:
*This table contains two people who know who the Go-Betweens are and can hum at least three of their songs
*This table contains at least two rabid Shakespeare geeks
*This table contains two people claiming to be Ultraman
*This table contains four A's fans
*This table contains at least four people who run screaming from the room at the sound of George Bush's voice
and so forth. Conversation didn't seem to lag much, nobody was discovered moping alone in a corner, and the dance portion of the evening included a pogoing duel and a spontaneous conga line, so it seems reasonable to assume that the evening didn't suck completely.
Though possibly that had more to do with the open bar and the Oz'n'Willow cake than the questionnaires.