huggeroftrees: (A2A_Gene Wings)
I see that PseudoVirgin/CrossCountry trains are still hideously overcrowded, the vestibules are still thinly carpeted (ow, my butt) and they STILL have that terrible fault in the air-conditioning that pushes the delightful scent from the toilets through the entire train.

However, in other news I am filled to the gunwales with curry (thank you [personal profile] drunken_hedghog) and once Castle is over I'm off out on the town to get my Frappuccino (those pesky Starbucks addicted me to it and then refused to open a branch anywhere near me in Ireland. Grrrr).

Talking of [personal profile] drunken_hedghog (and really, we should, cos that woman has AWESOME vodka and is not wary of sharing), I can report that the grapes, flowers and get well soon card were deemed acceptable (see note about vodka above) and a brilliant evening was had by yours truly and hopefully by some other people as well. Moments of numptyism on my part were balanced by numptyism by the walking (hopping) wounded so I don't feel toooooo bad about being an idiot.

And I managed not to stain the carpet. Which as you know, is a bonus. There's a reason [personal profile] sweetsyren has polished wood floors.

Now I must love you and leave you. I have a wedding to go to!
huggeroftrees: (DW_Doctor in the house)
Lots and lots of pink. Yesterday I got to make RED and also some yellow goo, and today I got to mix them together and make pink. Unfortunately the pink currently looks purple, but I've left them in the dark overnight like the paperwork says and hopefully tomorrow they will be purest pink.

Yay pink!

Oooh, I remembered I had more to say!

Not content with making pink, I also raced home in time to put Festus in for his service. Poor Festus, I hope he's ok in the shop. There were lots of other bikes there for him to talk to, but they were all much posher than him. I hope he doesn't get a complex. Or start any fights.

The other side of this is that I'm bikeless for the rest of the week. But that's ok, as my week ends tomorrow. I'm off to UK-LAND. It's a wedding and it's going to be AWESOME. Ginger J finally decided that it was time to marry his lady of lurrrrrrve (who managed to get together one new years a long time ago despite me wandering through ever 30 mins to loudly throw up. Rawk was completely it). There will be dancing and inappropriate speeches and for some reason they want me to read Shakespeare in the church. Ooops.

I'm also taking time-out to go and see a wounded friend who deserves some cheering up but is going to get me instead. Poor lass.

It's going to be so much fun!
huggeroftrees: (Heroine Addict)
1. First, spend the previous two days writing a frankly hideous amount of smut to create a foundation of sheer awesomeness.

2. Put on the sexy trousers of swish (slit up to mid-calf) and the shoes of striding out.

3. Strut. (as far as the delicious coffee shop and imbibe some delicious caffeine and a croissant).

4. Strut some more (whilst finishing the delicious caffeine).

5. Follow recommendations to the delightful wee shop of perfect colours and amazing textures of clothing. Discover they have a sale on and most everything is only 10 of your delicious Euros.


7. Strut a little, wiggle and boogie in your changing room, accessing that foundation of sheer awesomeness brought about by (1).

8. Enjoy. Especially the textures. These materials are expensive, wallow in it.

9. Buy the best of the stuff.

10. Repeat in all the shops that have the nice colours (this turned out to be 3 out of the whole town, but ce la vie, I knew that going in).

11. Strut some more. Swing those bags of accomplishment.

12. Come home with 2 wedding top options and some more delicious clothes to wear to work.

13. Attempt to strut up two flights of stairs to your flat. Avoid stumbling on your face by mere fortuitous coincidence.

14. End. A Winnar is you.


Sep. 5th, 2010 05:31 pm
huggeroftrees: (Keeley Eyes)
A weekend and a half but we got him married off (he made a beautiful speech) and despite a baby snoring through the serious parts of the ceremony they were done and dusted in style.

Minor "old" moment at about 10:30 where we had the sudden urge for a pot o' tea. lol. So aged. But to be fair, it was refreshing and encouraged by this I then went on to dance my feet into blisters. So yeah.

Ate fantastic food, talked non-stop for 12 h straight, drank a reasonable amount, danced like a loon and all this in white trousers whilst really not in a physical/hormonal condition to be wearing anything white down there. Mother Nature: nil, TH: eleventy million.

Threw some moves to Scissor Sisters' "I Don't Feel Like Dancing" (something of a personal anthem). Rocked out like a proper Cheerio to "Don't Stop Believing" (which I have been DYING to dance to since I first saw Glee and haven't EVER had the chance until now - my Archie air guitar solo has to be seen to be believed). Requested (alongside a fellow cheese loivor) "Give A Little Respect" and had the entire dancefloor to ourselves - AWESOMELY STRANGE MOVES OCCURRED - and later attempted the flying jump thing in "I've Had The Time Of My Life".

All finished off with "New York New York" in proper Wedding Stylee.

Best Liverpudian Wedding EVER.

(when I got home this afternoon I had to go to bed - a lightweight is me :D)
huggeroftrees: (DW_Doctor in the house)
It took 14 hours to get there but as soon as I saw the stars and smelt the flowers at Arezzo (waiting for the local train for the last bit)I knew it would be worth it. Bless 'em my mates arranged for the local taxi to drive all the way down the hill to pick me up at the station and drive me back up so that they could start drinking. They love me my mates, but they have their priorities right.


And then there was the view and the wine and the brandy and the villa and talking about everything and nothing... (this takes us to 4am on the first night/morning).

Friday midday I wandered gingerly downstairs (they stuck me up in the loft/mezzanine. Nice) wondering if the top of my head was actually going to fall off. Yawning and stretching the sunlight beckoning through the shutters drew one naturally toward the front door where upon the following confused conversation took place.

Very long-standing friend (gravelly): "Good Morning"
TH:"Guys? Why do we have a pool?"
V L-S F: "We have a pool?"
TH: "I think so." (*rubs eyes*) (*azure blue thing is still there*)
V L-S F's Husband: *is poked into climbing out of bed* (it must be explained that the conversation had been taking place down a short corridor and through a half open door as the occupants of the main bedroom were still shunning any kind of light source)
TH: "Does that look like a pool to you?"
V L-S F's Husband - to V L-S F: "We have a pool!"

Cue cluster of brits stood in the doorway squinting out into the sun. It was only due to coffee addiction (and the brightness of the day) that prevented pool exploration until later.

And then it only got better. Ask not about the food. Nobody does a wedding breakfast better than the Italians.

And the DRESS!!! and the prosecco. Oooooh the prosecco.

And the Fireworks.



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