Life may not be the party we hoped for...*
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bending_sickle...but while we're here we should dance.*
The least said about the slave-drive of evil that was Friday's class (9-5 straight, with 4 lectures and 2 hrs to write up a report and prepare a presentation), the better. Parentheses don't count.
H'aaanyway, I managed to escape the clutches of academia around 5:30, had lunch/diner of Vile Fast Food (tm) at the station, and then bundled up all my stuff for an overnighting adventure.
The party ISN** had organized at Hifi, in Leiden, was themed: dress up as a celebrity. This meant that instead of Elisa, Laura and myself going to the club, Amy Winehouse, Dita von Teese and a surprised Audrey Hepburn went.
The pre-outing preparations were the best! There was the scampering and the makeup sessions - bringing me back to highschool sleepovers where we tried not to poke each other's eyes out with the eyeliner. Elisa's friend, She-Who's-Name-I-Forget, was there, did the outstanding make-up, and Laura did Elisa's tattoos (which came out way better than Amy's realy ones). (Btw, Laura has the most amazing tattoo-in-progress of a phoenix I have ever seen. She needs three more visits to colour it in, but it's still amazing.) Laura also lent me the shirt, gloves of awesome and pearl earings, while the glasses are Elisa's. Laura's resemblence to Dita is uncanny, even without the getup.
Then there was much posing and pouting and photo-shooting. (Elisa's got those pics, so I'll share when she does.)
Then we scampered off to the club, which wasn't as full as on Halloween (says Laura & Elisa). Some people were dressed up, but not overly. There was the inevitable toga-clad group. I bumped into Grace, from my Dutch course, dressed up as a Charlie's Angel, and with Simon (Australian-extraordinaire), who wasn't dressed up and could only come up with "By gods, wasn't today's class boring? I had supper over at Mr Long's place, t'was most excellent," for conversation. But still, nice guy. That's the sum total of people that I knew at the party, but Laura found Yin, a very chirpy lass, and then we all scouted Hijn (or, if I were German, Hein. Or Jain, in phonetic-Spanish), our fearless ISN leader (who looks remarkably like a cuter, more curly-haired version of Orlando Bloom).
Then we got drinks (I had a Smirnoff Ice, 'cause beer's icky and I figured one alcohlic drink wouldn't kill me - I had coke after that though) and danced, baby, danced.
A word about that: this was the first time I'd gone clubbing since that one time in fall 2006, and the second time in my life. (Sad, yo, quite sad.) While I may dance in the living room, it hardly is to techno and very rarely any good. However, I was having such a good time with the girls - and by gods, did I ever have a swell time - that I shimmied and bounced around to the beat. Good gods, I actually felt sexy for 0.5 seconds at one point. Self-consciousness tried to poke me, but I gagged that girl right quick. I was just so damn happy to be with chirpy friends. (Friends! I have friends! That...looks more sad that it is.) A great many pictures were taken - many of which I have yet to gank - as well as video. There's actually a video of me dancing. I...it's...actually, not so bad.
Exciting club adventures were also had: There was this really sketchy guy who'd tried to hit on Elisa at other clubs before. The fact that he was "dressed up" (glasses =/= constume) as the cop from The Terminator - and looked it - didn't help with the creep-factor. So this guy really had it in for Elisa - and yes, she looked hot*** - and he just would not stop quietly stalking her. At quite a few points, Laura and I did the accidentally-on-purpose-oblivious-human-wall thing to keep him away.
It gets weirder. Hijn and Elisa had hit it off and were happily getting acquainted with each other. The guy would stand and watch. And then walk around for a better angle. And watch. Sketchy, very sketchy.
Round 4 am, Laura, Yin and I decided to go to the Agustinus party (fraternity-like student club) and Elisa decided to stay. Hijn was dully informed of Creeper-stalker Dude, and entrusted with Elisa's safety. Fortunately, it's totally normal for a guy to walk a girl home - or even to his place - and not expect anything other than a thank you.
Agustinus wasn't half as fun as Hifi, mainly because there were a lot more people and I don't take kindly to being stepped on, elbowed or splashed beer. Also, the week was kind of creaping up on me by then. Man, there were really weird people there too, with the most godawful dance moves. (The funky chicken was thisclose to showing up.)
After a bit more dancing to occasionally good music, Laura, Yin and I left. Laura helped me sort out the sofa-bed stuff in Elisa's mini-living room, and then we both crashed at 'round 6 am. Elisa returned safely - if somewhat "Ah! Flashbacks!" - later that morning.
Me Audrey Hepburn and the cat re-enacting a Breakfast at Tiffany's scene (according to SW'sNIF). Laura's cat was more interested in smelling the gloves than posing, but that turned out helpful.
Myself Audrey Hepburn.
Elisa Amy Winehouse. Check out the "Blake's" tattoo.
Laura Dita von Teese. It's all in the shoulder-pose.
Enter Yin!
Winehouse makeup FTW!
Obligatory bathroom shot. Blurry, but awesome.
Obligatory black-and-white shot, also in the bathroom.
*squish*
Mess with these you shall not.
Links of the Day:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darlaslilgirl, on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_nbc, posts scans from SFX's June and November issues
adammonroe posts an Adam Monroe fanmix, He Who Kills
NGaiman links to a Rachel Aviv's article, Enter Sandman: Who wrote 'Footprints' on the Poetry Foundation site.
Nathan Fillion (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
mr_tightpants) posts airport/plane etiquette
* Anon. or proverb.
** International Student Network
*** Actually, they all did. Laura-as-Dita was one sweet cookie.
The least said about the slave-drive of evil that was Friday's class (9-5 straight, with 4 lectures and 2 hrs to write up a report and prepare a presentation), the better. Parentheses don't count.
H'aaanyway, I managed to escape the clutches of academia around 5:30, had lunch/diner of Vile Fast Food (tm) at the station, and then bundled up all my stuff for an overnighting adventure.
The party ISN** had organized at Hifi, in Leiden, was themed: dress up as a celebrity. This meant that instead of Elisa, Laura and myself going to the club, Amy Winehouse, Dita von Teese and a surprised Audrey Hepburn went.
The pre-outing preparations were the best! There was the scampering and the makeup sessions - bringing me back to highschool sleepovers where we tried not to poke each other's eyes out with the eyeliner. Elisa's friend, She-Who's-Name-I-Forget, was there, did the outstanding make-up, and Laura did Elisa's tattoos (which came out way better than Amy's realy ones). (Btw, Laura has the most amazing tattoo-in-progress of a phoenix I have ever seen. She needs three more visits to colour it in, but it's still amazing.) Laura also lent me the shirt, gloves of awesome and pearl earings, while the glasses are Elisa's. Laura's resemblence to Dita is uncanny, even without the getup.
Then there was much posing and pouting and photo-shooting. (Elisa's got those pics, so I'll share when she does.)
Then we scampered off to the club, which wasn't as full as on Halloween (says Laura & Elisa). Some people were dressed up, but not overly. There was the inevitable toga-clad group. I bumped into Grace, from my Dutch course, dressed up as a Charlie's Angel, and with Simon (Australian-extraordinaire), who wasn't dressed up and could only come up with "By gods, wasn't today's class boring? I had supper over at Mr Long's place, t'was most excellent," for conversation. But still, nice guy. That's the sum total of people that I knew at the party, but Laura found Yin, a very chirpy lass, and then we all scouted Hijn (or, if I were German, Hein. Or Jain, in phonetic-Spanish), our fearless ISN leader (who looks remarkably like a cuter, more curly-haired version of Orlando Bloom).
Then we got drinks (I had a Smirnoff Ice, 'cause beer's icky and I figured one alcohlic drink wouldn't kill me - I had coke after that though) and danced, baby, danced.
A word about that: this was the first time I'd gone clubbing since that one time in fall 2006, and the second time in my life. (Sad, yo, quite sad.) While I may dance in the living room, it hardly is to techno and very rarely any good. However, I was having such a good time with the girls - and by gods, did I ever have a swell time - that I shimmied and bounced around to the beat. Good gods, I actually felt sexy for 0.5 seconds at one point. Self-consciousness tried to poke me, but I gagged that girl right quick. I was just so damn happy to be with chirpy friends. (Friends! I have friends! That...looks more sad that it is.) A great many pictures were taken - many of which I have yet to gank - as well as video. There's actually a video of me dancing. I...it's...actually, not so bad.
Exciting club adventures were also had: There was this really sketchy guy who'd tried to hit on Elisa at other clubs before. The fact that he was "dressed up" (glasses =/= constume) as the cop from The Terminator - and looked it - didn't help with the creep-factor. So this guy really had it in for Elisa - and yes, she looked hot*** - and he just would not stop quietly stalking her. At quite a few points, Laura and I did the accidentally-on-purpose-oblivious-human-wall thing to keep him away.
It gets weirder. Hijn and Elisa had hit it off and were happily getting acquainted with each other. The guy would stand and watch. And then walk around for a better angle. And watch. Sketchy, very sketchy.
Round 4 am, Laura, Yin and I decided to go to the Agustinus party (fraternity-like student club) and Elisa decided to stay. Hijn was dully informed of Creeper-stalker Dude, and entrusted with Elisa's safety. Fortunately, it's totally normal for a guy to walk a girl home - or even to his place - and not expect anything other than a thank you.
Agustinus wasn't half as fun as Hifi, mainly because there were a lot more people and I don't take kindly to being stepped on, elbowed or splashed beer. Also, the week was kind of creaping up on me by then. Man, there were really weird people there too, with the most godawful dance moves. (The funky chicken was thisclose to showing up.)
After a bit more dancing to occasionally good music, Laura, Yin and I left. Laura helped me sort out the sofa-bed stuff in Elisa's mini-living room, and then we both crashed at 'round 6 am. Elisa returned safely - if somewhat "Ah! Flashbacks!" - later that morning.
Enter Yin!
Winehouse makeup FTW!
Obligatory bathroom shot. Blurry, but awesome.
Obligatory black-and-white shot, also in the bathroom.
*squish*
Mess with these you shall not.
Links of the Day:
darlaslilgirl, on heroes_nbc, posts scans from SFX's June and November issuesadammonroe posts an Adam Monroe fanmix, He Who KillsNGaiman links to a Rachel Aviv's article, Enter Sandman: Who wrote 'Footprints' on the Poetry Foundation site.
Nathan Fillion (
mr_tightpants) posts airport/plane etiquette* Anon. or proverb.
** International Student Network
*** Actually, they all did. Laura-as-Dita was one sweet cookie.
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Date: 2007-12-02 04:09 pm (UTC)*yaaaaaaaaaaaawns* My turn to be the idiot sleepy one. Stayed up till 3 AM last night. zzzzzzzz
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