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The other weekend, we had... well, I suppose it was an Anti-Wicked Faire party. Not that we were really against Wicked Faire, but more like, hey, we're not working it, but we don't want to pay $15 to stand around say hi to some people and then leave cause there's nothing good to eat.
So we had a party of our own. At Chez Warweek of course. Turned into a geek/faire/fetish/game thing. With a continuing LAN party the next day.
I really really really do not think there are quite enough words to describe the nerditorium that happened next.
Oh, I do know that Rich says I'm *NEVER* to mix Bubbles a drink again as long as I draw breath or something. Annnd I broke Jay, a seasoned drinker. My drinks are LETHAL. They taste like candy but they will FUCK you up. *grins*
Anyrate, on with the show, dammit.
( Yep. GEEKS. )
So we had a party of our own. At Chez Warweek of course. Turned into a geek/faire/fetish/game thing. With a continuing LAN party the next day.
I really really really do not think there are quite enough words to describe the nerditorium that happened next.
Oh, I do know that Rich says I'm *NEVER* to mix Bubbles a drink again as long as I draw breath or something. Annnd I broke Jay, a seasoned drinker. My drinks are LETHAL. They taste like candy but they will FUCK you up. *grins*
Anyrate, on with the show, dammit.
( Yep. GEEKS. )
