Wednesday's are the best...
Aug. 6th, 2003 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenSo, of course, last night I wander out alone to the fabulous (Read: SARCASM) Stork Hotel for a bit of music because I didn't feel up to actually seriouslly pubbing it alone. The music was actually well sung, though the bar was closing up only about half an hour after I arrived. Still, got my jack and coke (which is dreadful, can't imagine why I ordered it) and a pint (nearly vomited trying to drink it quickly, even though it was Carlton which is a relatively good beer, and I can't say as it was worse than the jack and coke). Watched some fellas play pool, which was fun. They were older blokes, and they just chatted, accepted my compliments on their skill (they were quite good), and wished me well with my head cold.
Oh yes, that, still sickly, still no clue why, but caved and bought medicine today. I caved after waking up at 6 am unable to breathe, congested, and worst of all, unable to sleep. I hadn't gone to bed early, either, as I fell asleep much the same as I woke--sick, mouth dry because I had to breathe through it all night. The pills were marginally helpful, but the saleslady at the chemist practically threw them at me with the promise that the brand would not make me sleepy unless i took the ones designed for night time. I dry swallowed and enjoyed something of a respite during today's film screening of Indiana Jones.
From there, it was off to FAS, and it was 'playing card game day' so long as that card game was not Bartok, a weird version of UNO--sounded rather like 1,000 blank white cards mixed with UNO whereby the winner of the UNOish round could make up a rule for the rest of the game. Instead, we played Cancellation Bitch, which was a fun one for me as it was basically hearts with two decks. The point of the two decks was that if someone threw the duplicate of a card out (say the Ace of Spades), they cancelled that card and the next highest card took the hand. I do not kid when I say out of a king, jack, and ten of hearts, a three of hearts won the round because of cancellations. Rather fun, actually.
The next game was even better. It's called Warlords and Scumbags, though Kate (my Matrix/Harry Potter buddy and most obsessive Snape and Alan Rickman fan ever) called it something else I've forgotten. You go around in a circle and put out a card, usually something low, or (as we had enough to have three decks in play) put out duplicates, triplicates, or however many you had of a particular number. Then you went around and you had to put down both a higher number and the same total number of cards (if some before you put down four threes, you had to put down four of any number higher than three) or else pass. Twos were high, then aces, but jokers were above all else. The object was to get rid of your cards first. The first four to do so were the Warlords, the last four were Scumbags.
Sadly, I was the least scummy (fourth from last out) of the Scumbags at the start. We then rearranged our seating so that the warlords were in order next to each other, and they got the best card or cards from the Scumbags in return for their *worst* cards, depending on their rank. After one more hand, I moved into the 'neutral' territory, called the merchants, because I went out fifth from last. By the end of the last hand I played before having to dash to film lecture, I was the third highest warlord. Yay capitalism! Groovy.
FAS was less interesting upon my return as Angela, Anita, and Kate had all vanished, so I went and read until my writing class. I chatted with the teacher on my way out as I was last (had some questions to ask) and basically raved about my film course and she sounded interested. What's better is that she may have helped me think of a way to integrate all those stories I wrote at home as one sorta interconnecting saga. Remember the guy who spoke to soda machines? Well, his name was Pete, coincidentally the same name as the guy who befriends my acerbic smoker character in another piece. Funnily enough, Peter mentions screwing his secretary, though Pete doesn't have one, he mentions his boss does that, so I could fiddle with that whereby Peter is Pete's boss. Change the names, and hey it works. Then, better still, I could make the secretary into the chick who handcuffs herself to a jumper so he'll take her with him when he dies. I don't know how to work in the zombie aspect from *that* story, but it might go well with the necrophiliac one. Wow, bizarre. But the point was she was receptive, even if she still doesn't know my name.
Well, the cap of the evening was meant to be karaoke with the Lloyd, but he just called to say he's 'pulling a Lloyd,' which means cancelling. So, instead, I think I'll cap the evening by maybe checking out laundry on my own or hitting e55 like I planned to do last night. However, the best thing of all was getting a letter! My first letter! I feel jipped that Alicyn picked it up and not me, but it was on my desk when I came in, and since I came in so late (late class) the desk wouldn't have been open for me to get it anyway. Much thanks to Liz M.! The pictures are a good choice, I need a few for my wall. And man, she found some corkers! I love that there's a clipping of Tony Blair *and* Junichiro Koizumi (her world leader). Love it! I wish I could upload the pics I had from that night, but they're locked away on the digital.
Okay, enough enough, I'm out to party like I'm healthy, which is the most assured way to make sure I stay sick for the rest of the week.
D'oh.
Oh yes, that, still sickly, still no clue why, but caved and bought medicine today. I caved after waking up at 6 am unable to breathe, congested, and worst of all, unable to sleep. I hadn't gone to bed early, either, as I fell asleep much the same as I woke--sick, mouth dry because I had to breathe through it all night. The pills were marginally helpful, but the saleslady at the chemist practically threw them at me with the promise that the brand would not make me sleepy unless i took the ones designed for night time. I dry swallowed and enjoyed something of a respite during today's film screening of Indiana Jones.
From there, it was off to FAS, and it was 'playing card game day' so long as that card game was not Bartok, a weird version of UNO--sounded rather like 1,000 blank white cards mixed with UNO whereby the winner of the UNOish round could make up a rule for the rest of the game. Instead, we played Cancellation Bitch, which was a fun one for me as it was basically hearts with two decks. The point of the two decks was that if someone threw the duplicate of a card out (say the Ace of Spades), they cancelled that card and the next highest card took the hand. I do not kid when I say out of a king, jack, and ten of hearts, a three of hearts won the round because of cancellations. Rather fun, actually.
The next game was even better. It's called Warlords and Scumbags, though Kate (my Matrix/Harry Potter buddy and most obsessive Snape and Alan Rickman fan ever) called it something else I've forgotten. You go around in a circle and put out a card, usually something low, or (as we had enough to have three decks in play) put out duplicates, triplicates, or however many you had of a particular number. Then you went around and you had to put down both a higher number and the same total number of cards (if some before you put down four threes, you had to put down four of any number higher than three) or else pass. Twos were high, then aces, but jokers were above all else. The object was to get rid of your cards first. The first four to do so were the Warlords, the last four were Scumbags.
Sadly, I was the least scummy (fourth from last out) of the Scumbags at the start. We then rearranged our seating so that the warlords were in order next to each other, and they got the best card or cards from the Scumbags in return for their *worst* cards, depending on their rank. After one more hand, I moved into the 'neutral' territory, called the merchants, because I went out fifth from last. By the end of the last hand I played before having to dash to film lecture, I was the third highest warlord. Yay capitalism! Groovy.
FAS was less interesting upon my return as Angela, Anita, and Kate had all vanished, so I went and read until my writing class. I chatted with the teacher on my way out as I was last (had some questions to ask) and basically raved about my film course and she sounded interested. What's better is that she may have helped me think of a way to integrate all those stories I wrote at home as one sorta interconnecting saga. Remember the guy who spoke to soda machines? Well, his name was Pete, coincidentally the same name as the guy who befriends my acerbic smoker character in another piece. Funnily enough, Peter mentions screwing his secretary, though Pete doesn't have one, he mentions his boss does that, so I could fiddle with that whereby Peter is Pete's boss. Change the names, and hey it works. Then, better still, I could make the secretary into the chick who handcuffs herself to a jumper so he'll take her with him when he dies. I don't know how to work in the zombie aspect from *that* story, but it might go well with the necrophiliac one. Wow, bizarre. But the point was she was receptive, even if she still doesn't know my name.
Well, the cap of the evening was meant to be karaoke with the Lloyd, but he just called to say he's 'pulling a Lloyd,' which means cancelling. So, instead, I think I'll cap the evening by maybe checking out laundry on my own or hitting e55 like I planned to do last night. However, the best thing of all was getting a letter! My first letter! I feel jipped that Alicyn picked it up and not me, but it was on my desk when I came in, and since I came in so late (late class) the desk wouldn't have been open for me to get it anyway. Much thanks to Liz M.! The pictures are a good choice, I need a few for my wall. And man, she found some corkers! I love that there's a clipping of Tony Blair *and* Junichiro Koizumi (her world leader). Love it! I wish I could upload the pics I had from that night, but they're locked away on the digital.
Okay, enough enough, I'm out to party like I'm healthy, which is the most assured way to make sure I stay sick for the rest of the week.
D'oh.
