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Party on, Wayne

It has not been a productive week for me, craftwise. Okay, I guess you could say it has been, with the tutus, but I have not knitted or crocheted anything, and that feels like lazytown to me.


So yesterday, I started winding up all my gorgeous little skeins of KPPPM and Gypsy Girl into workable little knitting balls:


The colorways are so pretty, and I've been dying to work with this yarn, so I thought it would be easy to get started. However, I'm working through a block right now.  My creative juices just aren't flowing. I have so many yarns, and so many patterns - I think I'm just overwhelmed. It sucks, because I'm in the MOOD to be creative, I'm just not feeling it.

I didn't end up knitting anything after all.

Then last night, Stim came over for, as she put it, " a rollicking good time." Observe:


And, yeah, we put a fairly good-sized dent in all of that lickah.  They brought all of it except for the two bottles up front, and there's the remainder of the Ouzo from Greece, which we'd given them after all sharing a shot upon our return from Europe.  They also brought some games, so after the kids were all in bed for the night, we broke out the drinks and the 'Battle of the Sexes.'

100_7905 It wasn't too long before we all started getting mighty silly!


Before long, Steph instituted a rule that the boys had to do a shot whenever they missed a question. We girls didn't do it because she was their DD and I just plain-old didn't feel like being that inebriated, hungover, or hugging the porcelain god! 

Tim's apparent arch-nemesis is tequila. The boys did one shot, and it barely hit Tim's throat before he upchucked it right back out again. It was gross but freaking hysterical. I don't know when I've laughed that hard. I confess that the last - and only - time I did a shot of tequila, the same thing happened to me!


Tim made some crack about Rob's ears; he fell over laughing and I had to run to the bathroom before I peed myself!

100_7909 Yee-haw, lookin' good in the neighborhood!


Steph trying to get Rob to do a shot of 151


There were about 2 or 3 shots of 151 in that orange juice. We tried to get him to drink it. I promised him a 160 GB iPod, a solo airplane jump... even a boat! But he still wouldn't, nay, couldn't, do it!  It's a good thing. I'd probably have had to get his stomach pumped!


Tim just laaaafffing and laaaaaffffing


Steph just loves taking self-portraits! She kills me!


GAME OVER: Rob passed out and then started throwing up. He definitely did most of the drinking and was a hurtin' puppy today. He was pretty cute, though; I rarely get to take care of him, but I helped him upstairs, rubbed his back, washed his face, blew his nose, etc. while he kept telling me he was all right, he just wanted to make sure I was okay, blah blah. And yes, he said, "I love you guys" to Stim!

So in the end, we had a fabulous time and probably would have as well without any or all of the alcohol, but it was a fun thing we had planned for a while, in the safety of our own home.

Today, I went to the hair salon and chopped off my hair! I want to grow it out, both so I can do ponytails again and to donate, but it was so sharply angled from my style that she wanted to even it out so it didn't look like a grow-out phase. It's short! I don't love it, but it's only temporary.


Next door, conveniently, is a yarn shop. I went in, not knowing exactly what I wanted, but knowing I wanted something I could pet and drool over for a while. I've been eyeing this Noro Kureyon sock yarn, and there it was, right in front! I bought him. Isn't he cute? I find this yarn very beautiful, but not exactly soft. Any suggestions for a one-skein non-sock project?

And next door to that, the unfinished woods store was having a huge sale. I went in, knowing we needed a sixth non-matchy kitchen chair. The cheapest one I could find was about $68, though - about twice what I wanted to spend. I didn't buy. Rats. There were some beauties in there.

Back at home, Rob took all day to recover. We ordered in a pizza for dinner, and he didn't eat a bite. He'll be fine tomorrow, I'm sure!