Ink and Whisky

I went to the Pit last night. There was alcohol and sweeties and all the way up, foreverdirt and absinthe_shadow and I were trying to talk about how to cross over HP and The West Wing - answer: Remus visits on Big Block Of Cheese Day to talk about werewolf rights - but were interrupted by vampire_kitten wanting to talk about some future civilisation shifting through the ruins of our own and finding in the literary wreckage only Harry/Draco mpreg.

I love ou3fs parties. They are very much Of The Good. Um... yes. We started off at the Turf, and I'd been feeling ill all day and figured I'd only stay half an hour or so, but all the best laid plans and that, because I did go Pit-wards and was witness to the debauch of toplessness and the death of osymandias' heterosexuality. With withiel. They were kissing beautifully in the kitchen and lizziwig told me I looked like some sort of mildly disgusted anthropologist. I explained that I wasn't looking because I didn't want to be looking even though I really really wanted to look, and remarkably enough she understood this explanation, and told me that everyone else was just looking.

Which they were, and I'm a sucker for peer pressure.

There is actually video evidence of this, which finishes with Nick leaning against a fridge with his mouth open and with a most delightfully wide-eyed expresssion. The camera pans around a lot and I think it may prove to be a problem if anyone decides to run for political office in later life.

The kitchen, apparently, was the place for the People With Principles, i.e., the ones who refused to shed clothes, and I was one of the few people who was actually wearing more clothes than she started with, having stolen Nick's hat. So far I am refusing to give it back unless he comes to get it in person. In my defence, I couldn't give it back. I'd got a taxi with slasheuse and absinthe_shadow, and it came really early and so I had to depart the party at the point where withiel and I were trying, with difficulty, to chain Nick to a bannister with a bike chain.

Sadly, I don't know what happened after that. I got into town and wandered home to find my flatmates just coming in from a bop, armed with glowsticks and rave costumes. And toast. A good night was had by all, I think. And surprisingly enough, I feel a lot better this morning than I did yesterday. I'm awake, I'm not in pain, my hair has stopped standing on end, I've had breakfast before half one in the afternoon.

Yes. Things I have learnt since yesterday are a) men kiss differently from women, unless it's Nick, b) the Pit is cleaner than it appears, and c) a tie always adds an air of smartness to an outfit, even if it is in itself the outfit.

Okay. I need to go and have an essay crisis. I wasn't quite thinking this before, but it's good to be back down here.