Screwdrivers without orange juice

[raven]

Firstly, the rec of the day: Bohemian Rhapsody, by 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.

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[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

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.

My normal friends found the entire thing hysterical (we should have gone on a Harry Potter riff, and Jess is a Velvet Goldmine geek!) more than anything else. The night swiftly picked up - the non-drinkers all said it was good, and it really was. It was just a little slow for a bit, that's all!

We're thinking about going to do it all again at some point soon, so please come. We will find a place where you can rest your ankles, and I'll stop plying you with Blue WKD.

That last part was a lie.

I can't come to watch Spearhead From Space tomorrow as I have Errands... in fact, I'm not free at all this work for various irritating reasons. I may be able to free up Wednesday, so I will peer at it in envy for a while. AND THE SAME GOES FOR THE THREE DOCTORS.

And I was only a vision of loveliness until I threw up. That was unpleasent.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

We're thinking about going to do it all again at some point soon, so please come. We will find a place where you can rest your ankles, and I'll stop plying you with Blue WKD.

I will come, but as regards the WKD: I know YOU LIE.

*pout* I shall stare at The Three Doctors in shameless lust. Come over whenever and we shall partake. Also, you are the only person who eats mayonnaise, so you'd better.

And I was only a vision of loveliness until I threw up.

*taps foot* And what have we learnt from this experience, mmm?

[I know, I know: we've learnt to employ someone to hold your hair back. *g*]

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Oh, you loved it really. It is vile yet loveable, Blue WKD. Although I suspect it was one of many reasons I threw up, so no more for me. There's this lovely purple Red Square stuff. Mmm.

Again with the illness, I have learnt the following:

1. Three day benders are a BAD IDEA
2. Eat before a night out. Three crumpets and half a curry DO NOT COUNT
3. Don't drink blue stuff. Stick with the vodka.
4. ... come with people who will hold your hair back and only laugh a little bit

[eternalwings.livejournal.com]

At Krazyhouse was there a band? If so was there an attractive guitarist called Paul? I'm speaking to him on msn and hes my new stalkeree friend

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Not the night I was there, no. I'll look out in future.

[(Anonymous)]

Damn. He wants me to come see his band there but I think I would get lost/refused entry.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

They ID everyone, unfortunately.

[balthaser.livejournal.com]

Never ID'd me. Any of the places we went & I was wearing a boring, no cleavage top & jeans.

[taraljc.livejournal.com]

Is it sad that I am vastly entertained that most likely two things which will probably survive long after I'm gone in fandom at large are "crazy space incest" and "Gallifrey go BOOM"?

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, definitely not. There's just such a sense of euphony about the phrase. :)