(no subject)

I had a lovely post typed up, then every circuit breaker in the house tripped.

Suffice it to say you will never hear how my New Year's was.

Blah. Going to watch Airplane.

"It's not alcohol, it's amoxycillin!" - or, Jane's New Year's party

Due to an unexpected outcry, this is me retyping the entry that was lost in a random unexplained power fluctuation. Watch me avoid revision, ahahaha.

So, 2004. A year ago, I did the meme and left it as a private post because it depressed me so much. I did it again three weeks ago, but I'm not bothering with it because everything I wrote has changed in the meantime.

In short: I went to school, passed AS-levels to an acceptable standard, went to India, came back, got into Oxford, lived, loved and was loved in return.

And a happy new year to all. Last night, I went to the airport to receive my mother. Amazingly, she caught her connecting flight with more time to spare than I did, and said flight was only forty-five minutes late, a miracle for all sorts of reasons. On the way back from the airport, Pedar dropped me off at Jane's for her annual New Year's party. Although I have appeared and disappeared over the years, this was the first time I'd stayed till midnight. I wandered in vaguely early, bearing Malteasers, and watching over my phone for the inevitable "where are we?" calls. Well, I forgot to get my phone out, then Michael made some sort of connection with fear leads to anger leads to suffering, etc., etc., and as I said later, why does he always do that?

Once I'd picked myself up off the floor, I wandered straight into another debate with Jane and Louise (emerald_embers) about the fandom relevance of cheese. Which drove me to drink, or at least raspberry Archers (incidentally, I unashamedly adore girlie drinks, so help me god) despite the unadvised mixture of antibiotics and alcohol, and after that I wondered in passing what had happened to my lunatics. I rang them and got no answer.

"They're in range," I said worriedly, "they're just not picking up."

"Maybe they're being kidnapped," said Louise brightly.

Thankfully they arrived ten minutes later, not much the worse for wear. "Who are these people?" Louise wanted to know.

"purplerainbow, osiris13 and hathy_col," I said, and in so doing cleared up all potential confusion.

It was that sort of party.

Clare and Colleen are still in their rum phase, so that seemed the next thing on the agenda somehow. I stopped drinking when they started squeeing over the RotK Extended Edition, and in the background, Enid was talking about Teh Hotness of Gez, which was all she wanted to talk about for some reason.

I thought it was funny, and started swaying. "You're drunk," said Colleen.

"It's not alcohol, it's amoxycillin!" I said indignantly, and heard Jane say, in tones of soulful disappointment:

"Awww. I wanted to talk about Machiavelli."

I started to laugh and couldn't stop, and someone asked what time it was, and I said it was half ten, and oh, my, my life is so rock 'n' roll. Unlike Jane's, which is more Mills & Boon For The Twenty-First Century. I mention this only because we ended up in the attic, playing Truth or Dare with an empty beer bottle.

It was the sort of time where I've been keeling over each night, so I was out of the game more or less, lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling while listening to what was going on (and taking pictures with Hannah's camera, which by the way explains the ones she can't remember taking). And Clare and Colleen are still matchmaking wildly.

At about ten to twelve, we went downstairs to linger before the radio-controlled clock. I can't live without a countdown, and we were up to about fifteen before everyone was chivvied outside to hug and dance and yell and cross arms to sing Auld Lang Syne very, very badly.

Hannah kissed me; definitely the best bit.

And after the event, so to speak, I stayed another hour or so, enough time to be chased down the stairs and molested by the Lesbian Odd Couple and finally wind up tiredly sitting on those same stairs talking about sofa cushions to Very Deep Without The Y, who is back. I have a sneaking suspicion I bore him, as he always seems to be talking to me from a great distance.

And then I left. Probably a good thing I did, because I got in and fell asleep in comically catastrophic fashion - flat-out dead, basically.

And I'm going to do that again now, so goodnight to all.