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Guh. The lesson for today is "Never ever ever accept drinks from Will. Even if he didn't make them. Even if they come like that out of the bottle". Now you'd think I'd already know this from my years of experience of watching him drink concoctions with such fascinating mixers as salsa, garlic, and basically anything that happens to be in arms reach (Actually one of those might be more properly attributed to Mike instead), but I figured that it might be a little safer if I didn't actually let him mix multiple things together. But Will has a rare talent. He managed to find a drink that is basically alcoholic pudding. And it doesn't just taste like pudding, it has texture like pudding also. It doesn't pour. It glops. It has *consistency*. And once I had run the house out of mudslide makings, I actually stooped to drinking this. Or eating it. Or giving it a clear channel to form alcoholic pudding legs and run down my throat on it's own power. I'm not quite sure which is the most appropriate way of stating it. Anyway, I'm not at all hung-over, but I think that the pudding has gone sentient and is currently standing on a soapbox in my stomach leading the rest of the contents in glorious revolutionary songs about tearing down the oppressive stomach lining and escaping to freedom. I'm definitely zonked though. Not at all enough sleep in the last couple of days.

So, all in all, the party last night was pretty fun. Interesting mix of people from distinct but slightly overlapping social groups. Led to some interesting "Wait, I know you, and I know you, but how the hell do you two know each other?". I've always found social dynamics fairly fascinating, and it's nice to get glimpses at the big picture of social fabric as a whole instead of my particular section of it. There were quite a few people who I wanted to show up, but who didn't make it, but on the other hand there were people I never expected to see who did, so balance is maintained (nonetheless, I still get to give people hell for flaking. Yes this means you.) Got lots of silly presents from friends. Val and Marklar got me books! A book about the baby panda at the San Diego zoo (Yay for small fuzzy things!), and a book about ummm, quarks and other random brainy stuff as far as I can tell (Yay for brainy things!) I am amused at the range of the education spectrum that my interests cover. Winnie got me a Violet Crumble bar, a noisy blowing up thing, and a blue spark gun that I will be able to put to good use at the Moons of Mongo camp if I can make it to Burning Man this year. Ben and Wanda gave me a bag of treats, including a badtz maru flashlight, and pop rocks! And Damon and Romi (and apparently Val and Mark again also) got me a panda poster that I can color in and the scariest baby doll ever. I'm a little baffled by the baby. It has cold, dead, soulless eyes. I expect the conversation in the store went something like this... Romi and Damon said "DEAR GOD, that's *horrifying*!" and then the baby turned its head and said "Look upon me ye mortals and despair. You are under my power. I command you to give me as a birthday present that I might be freed from this box and set loose upon the world to unleash a new dark age!". I'm not quite certain where the baby is at this point. I know that for a while Eva (who is a tiny person) was walking around with her, but at some point the baby escaped. I bet it's in the kitchen plotting world domination with the rest of the bottle of pudding. (They're pudding and the brain, pudding and the brain, one is a genius, the other's an amoprhous blob of high proof alcohol Hrm. That doesn't quite work, does it?). Let's see, other presents. Oh, Aaron brought all of the past and present HO13Ders panda Pez dispensers. And everyone else brought themselves. THANK YOU EVERYBODY!

Party went late as usual. There were still quite a few people here at 3 am, and quite a few bodies crashed out over night (think the last non-me person to zonk out went at 6:30 am or so), which meant that this morning there was the requisite jaunt off to breakfast (where by morning I mean about 1 pm). Went to a place on Market street that I've gone by about a zillion times, but have never been inside. Aaron got bacon waffles, which I think is quite possibly the most horrific thing I've ever heard of. Note, bacon waffles, NOT bacon AND waffles. Does this appall anyone else or is it just me? There's nothing quite like morning after breakfast talk. I wish I could remember more about it. I just get flashes of "invulnerable sandwiches" and "tattooing pigs" and getting the vague impression that Simon secretly works for MI-5. It's all very confusing. Anyway, wandered off to scuderia because Simon wanted to pick up some gear, then back to the House where everybody (except me) is currently playing Illuminati. Microstuff controls the Parent Teacher Agglomeration and the Fraternal Orders. Can the Servants of Cthulhu and the Tabloids hope to stand against them?

Got to figure if logistics will work for me hitting up Nadja's birthday dinner in the east bay. I'm afraid that transit isn't going to work out. Dinner is at 7 pm, and the last caltrain out of the city leaves at 10 pm, and what with walk to bus, bus to bart, bart to city, walk to caltrain, etc. it would be an immensely tight squeeze, if feasible at all. Going to call seester though, maybe we can figure a cunning plan.

Oh, and just as a taunting note, I didn't get spanked at all last night, thanks mainly to tactical uses of friends sympathetic to my cause as human shields. Of course, it's a little more than 2.5 weeks to my actual b-day, so I can't let my guard down yet.

No song lyrics for you today, brain all gooey! I'm going to sleep SOOOOOOOOOO much tonight. Yay sleeping in a bed again. YAY SPA!