It's 6:36 A.M. & all is...well? [double-meaning, demands attention]

[thedarksiren2]

Just woke up from the big ugly burnt-orange squishy couch.
Just like that...*poof!*
Awake...

Strange dreams, woke to the song "From These Eyes" battering my brain. Seriously...it might have been playing, it was so loud initially. Very strange, crazy feeling.

Went to nomadoh's last night for a nice BBQ and met some fun people. The two whom I most recall -- and I do remember everything, despite the level of inibriation, thank you~;P -- are Hardy the cool Greek guy & Jim the Italian. Hardy was just a super-cool guy, 50-something with dark glasses and a white beret. He was funny & intelligent, and apparently plays the drums, but I never got to hear him do so.

As for Jim, well, he deemed wraptboy a 1/4 Italian, practicing certain masculine rituals with him. Jim also decided that he was my soul-mate, pierced his nose with a beer bottle cap and called me "SFP," which is hauntingly close to "SFD," a nickname Gabe gave me a while back. Two totally separate meanings, but nevertheless...

nomadoh made this concoction that might have been Hawaian Punch in a former life. OMFG it was good! SUCH a girly drink though, lol. All the chickadees were on him like bees to honey...something very funny about watching a girl drinking a thick pink liquid from a pitcher. *smirks*

At some point I took part in my second, and probably last, tasting of absynthe. Sorry kids, it just tastes bad. I cannot stand the taste of liquorice, and well, no matter how much sugar or water you add, it still tastes like it. Blech! I drank enough to mix it up with the fruity-goodness of the previous drink, and well, I vaguely remember going upstairs to get a photo nomadoh gave me earlier in the evening; next thing I know, wraptboy was waking me up to go home. I apparently laid down (OK, I lied...I don't recall actually laying down at all LOL) on nomadoh's bed when I went upstairs. Yet another reason I don't like absynthe -- makes me sleepy. The last time I drank it I fell asleep on jjjiii's shoulder. Not to say that either of these places is necessarily a bad place to sleep, but sleeping at parties isn't very...polite, I guess? I dunno...weird, either way.

I did see some nifty things walking to the car, and vaguely recall an intoxicated nomadoh dancing when I said goodnight. The trees were all dancing too, and the sky was glowy...that was nice. Bless wraptboy's heart for driving -- I wouldn't have made it home had I driven myself. Then again, I wouldn't have drank so much either. It was nice not being the responsible one though - I don't do that very often.

Slept the whole ride home and hazily recall fwomping down upon the couch.

Now it's 7AM, and I am still a bit tipsy, but awake. I just listened to Gabe's message on the phone...he called around 2AM, but I was long gone in an orange squishy world by then. ~8/ Oh well - I think I'll go back to sleep now for a few hours. Thank you nomadoh for a fun evening, and wraptboy for being such a good friend and taking care of me last night.

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[scottydel.livejournal.com]

Nomadoh's roommate = del = me. I was told to read your post, and I enjoyed it. Just thought I'd mention Hardy = Hari, and he is a super cool guy, and yep he's a phenom drummer. If he's playing again I can pass the word. Also, Jim = my dad, and he is quite a character isn't he? Sad I missed the bottle cap piercing episode...that's so his style.

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

Oh hey!

It was nice meeting you last night. Hari and your dad (OMFG I had NO idea! LOL) were such a trip to talk to and banter back and forth with.

Definitely let me know if Hari plays out. I'd love to support him...such a nice guy!

[scottydel.livejournal.com]

Hari rocks, musically and in other ways. My dad is just a trip. The two of them have been friends only later in their lives, but they have connected so tightly they call each other their "brother from another mother"...it's a riot. Nice meeting you too.