jlh | ahem

Clio takes stock of the empties. We went through:

1 bottle champagne
1 six-pack beer
1 1/4 bottles Absolut Citron
1/4 bottle Bombay Sapphire

Considering there were seven of us, that really isn't so much.

As we suspected,

misscora is a doll.

After dinner we glammed up, and waited for the bathroom, and posted. Since it was all happening on this very ibook, anyone who got a Y!M from me last night should consider it from some other source.

That also goes for the previous post, though it was true; everyone could. Hell, Stevie Wonder could have seen his package in those trousers. Though, for whatever reason, I had thought the vinyl trousers were beige or something. I contributed hair care products and spiking know-how to the cause.

Ashley arrived, then we went to the club, all of us looking not much like our everyday selves. Well, except Val, who usually looks ready to go clubbing, and Cassie, who manages to look like Cassie whether she's wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt or a corset and wings. Which is a good thing.

oh, and, um, Val and I performed a Garbage song that was entirely appropriate to the evening. (I must have been liquored up; I don't usually sing full voice at people in my apartment.) Go Baby Go!