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Screwdrivers without orange juice
Aug. 14th, 2005 08:20 pmFirstly, the rec of the day: Bohemian Rhapsody, by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wishfulaces. Definitely the fic highlight of my week, what with the Doctor/Master slash and the eyewatering funny; Tegan and Turlough go out dancing and the Doctor drinks several screwdrivers without orange juice, and all of them get rather smashed.
Talking of getting smashed, I went out with Colleen last night. Well, I wasn't going to. I got up feeling like death, mostly because of my mother and all the white wine that wouldn't go away unless we drank it, so I staggered into work, hid in the back and called Colleen. Who asked immediately if I was pulling out, and I said, regretfully, yes. What with her strange morning cheeriness, she managed to talk me into staying until the last train, at least.
So I agreed, and proceeded to have a long, wet and not-very-nice day at work. A long shift, lots of rain, very few customers - I re-read Are You Dave Gorman? - and when I got home, I took a shower and got dressed while bearing in mind three basic principles, to whit: a) grunge is in, b) I'm really rather butch anyway and c) I couldn't be bothered.
But I was feeling much better by the time I walked in through Colleen's front door to be met by her in a vision of loveliness, but terrified she was falling out of her top. Simon's in the living room, she said. He was, and so was Rob, whom I had never met, but he proved an interesting conversationalist. Colleen came in a minute later. "Were you talking about Thursday?" she asked, horrified. "Because it does not exist!"
"Oh, no," I said quickly. "We were talking about, um, Simon!"
"In drag!" Rob added.
"And what shapely legs he has!" I agreed. "And he can sing!"
"Perfect for his future career as a drag queen!"
As Simon buried his head in his hands, we got ready to go down to Ormskirk station. On the way, I noticed some of Colleen's birthday presents on the stairs. She has a signed Robert Rankin book and Spearhead From Space, which she's not allowed to watch without me. She was also telling me about my own birthday present to her, the Unbound audio with the girl!Doctor, in which the Doctor swears.
"Do they swear on Gallifrey?" I asked in the car.
"Sort of..."
"All I know about Gallifrey," Simon stage-whispered to Rob, "is that it went boom."
"Gallifrey go boom!" Colleen and I chorused, and burst into laughter.
"And," Simon continued sagely, "I knew they were going to do that."
In conclusion, it's all right when I'm with Colleen and Simon, and Rob, who are geeks (they're geekier than me, they run a historical re-enactment society) but being introduced to Colleen's non-geeky friends was something of an ordeal. So was getting into Liverpool, because of the rail replacement service. In fact, because of said rail replacement service and various traipsing around Liverpool collecting people, I was only actually there for an hour and a half before skipping off home.
We were at the Krazyhouse, for reference (and no, I didn't name the thrice-damned place, so please don't look at me like that), with Colleen plying me with blue WKD, which is revolting but strangely addictive. I got the feeling it would have been good, if I'd stayed longer, which I didn't. This is because I am a Boring Person.
I really believe this, nowadays. I don't like drinking, I can't dance, I worry about things like taxis, my feet and ankles don't let me do much, and I'm the most uptight person I know. Anyway. I've spent the whole of today reading in the garden and not much else. Tomorrow morning I need to pick up my glasses, which will take an hour to do, so I have to wander round Southport half-blind. Boo.
wishfulaces. Definitely the fic highlight of my week, what with the Doctor/Master slash and the eyewatering funny; Tegan and Turlough go out dancing and the Doctor drinks several screwdrivers without orange juice, and all of them get rather smashed. Talking of getting smashed, I went out with Colleen last night. Well, I wasn't going to. I got up feeling like death, mostly because of my mother and all the white wine that wouldn't go away unless we drank it, so I staggered into work, hid in the back and called Colleen. Who asked immediately if I was pulling out, and I said, regretfully, yes. What with her strange morning cheeriness, she managed to talk me into staying until the last train, at least.
So I agreed, and proceeded to have a long, wet and not-very-nice day at work. A long shift, lots of rain, very few customers - I re-read Are You Dave Gorman? - and when I got home, I took a shower and got dressed while bearing in mind three basic principles, to whit: a) grunge is in, b) I'm really rather butch anyway and c) I couldn't be bothered.
But I was feeling much better by the time I walked in through Colleen's front door to be met by her in a vision of loveliness, but terrified she was falling out of her top. Simon's in the living room, she said. He was, and so was Rob, whom I had never met, but he proved an interesting conversationalist. Colleen came in a minute later. "Were you talking about Thursday?" she asked, horrified. "Because it does not exist!"
"Oh, no," I said quickly. "We were talking about, um, Simon!"
"In drag!" Rob added.
"And what shapely legs he has!" I agreed. "And he can sing!"
"Perfect for his future career as a drag queen!"
As Simon buried his head in his hands, we got ready to go down to Ormskirk station. On the way, I noticed some of Colleen's birthday presents on the stairs. She has a signed Robert Rankin book and Spearhead From Space, which she's not allowed to watch without me. She was also telling me about my own birthday present to her, the Unbound audio with the girl!Doctor, in which the Doctor swears.
"Do they swear on Gallifrey?" I asked in the car.
"Sort of..."
"All I know about Gallifrey," Simon stage-whispered to Rob, "is that it went boom."
"Gallifrey go boom!" Colleen and I chorused, and burst into laughter.
"And," Simon continued sagely, "I knew they were going to do that."
In conclusion, it's all right when I'm with Colleen and Simon, and Rob, who are geeks (they're geekier than me, they run a historical re-enactment society) but being introduced to Colleen's non-geeky friends was something of an ordeal. So was getting into Liverpool, because of the rail replacement service. In fact, because of said rail replacement service and various traipsing around Liverpool collecting people, I was only actually there for an hour and a half before skipping off home.
We were at the Krazyhouse, for reference (and no, I didn't name the thrice-damned place, so please don't look at me like that), with Colleen plying me with blue WKD, which is revolting but strangely addictive. I got the feeling it would have been good, if I'd stayed longer, which I didn't. This is because I am a Boring Person.
I really believe this, nowadays. I don't like drinking, I can't dance, I worry about things like taxis, my feet and ankles don't let me do much, and I'm the most uptight person I know. Anyway. I've spent the whole of today reading in the garden and not much else. Tomorrow morning I need to pick up my glasses, which will take an hour to do, so I have to wander round Southport half-blind. Boo.
