Buckets o' fun

[haggholm]

Back in old Québec for (a rather early) reading week, and a grand time is already being had. It felt like a sort of coming home, just seeing Sherbrooke (after flying into Montréal rather late and spending the night on dark_wolf's couch—he can pretend to be mean and scary all he likes, but I now know he's not only polite and soft-spoken, but also a great host, not just offering me a spot on his couch for my brief stopover, but cooking me supper and breakfast as well); it was great, too, seeing all the familiar faces.

Yesterday (Saturday) night we had a grand old poker game, with eight players (and one observer), two tournament style games, and quite a lot of alcohol consumed. Scott was the host, of course; sheepykins was there, and Michaela, and other friendly familiar faces from my Bishop's days. Both Sheepy and I had our first taste of

absinthe —frankly, it didn't taste that good, though the whole lighting-sugar-cube-on-fire ceremony bit was fun. Sheepy claimed it tasted like mouthwash. Apparently, Sheepy doesn't like mouthwash, but she kept her spirits up. Actually, she even brought her spirits up.

All in all, a grand old time for everyone involved except one. ... Statistically, that isn't half bad.

Comments

[dark-wolf.livejournal.com]

Duuuude I feel horrible for failing breakfast.

At noon or so, I opened the microwave to find that I left the freaking bacon there since I wanted to keep it warm while I did the eggs. WTF! I made delicious maplesyrup bacon and didn't serve you any ._.

*commits seppuku with soft spatula*