One word describes the feeling of the past few days:
Splinter. He showed up (unbeknownst to me and Blanche. Congratulations to Lark and Jon for keeping a secret) one day. The alert mechanism (buzzer/doorbell) sounded, and Blanche opened the door. I was in the other room drinking wine. She screamed. I thought a vengeful ex had come to stab her (in the vein of my adventures). I was happily mistaken when Lark informed me I had to go meet the stranger. And when I say stranger, I actually mean Sexy Scottish man-beast. The events of the past four days have been defined by him (even though he arrived last night).
A brief summary? Fourth of July, celebrating Defeat-The-British day was wonderful. We had a dinner party, invited friends, ate, drank, and ended the night with a rousing show of Muppet Treasure Island (who hired this crew?). It was wonderful. The following day, however, was spent at d'Orsay, looking at gorgeous architecture and art, marveling at the works of the masters. How I wish I were even remotely similarly talented.
Yesterday was Hashing. For the uninitiated: Hashing is a drinking club with a running problem. Without going into details of the sacred rights performed, it was amazing. And we even got exercise. Damn.
Then Splinter showed up, to a rousing chorus of cheers. We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly on the river that evening, singing and drinking, then went to bed. (note: 3 people do NOT fit on a twin. Trust me) Today we went to a Dali museum in the large basement of this small house-thing. 300 original pieces. Beautiful. And the rest of the day awaits. I leave tomorrow at the asscrack of dawn to go to Switzerland and see the wonderful Phil.
Woozy out.
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YAY, He made it!! :D *Ahaha, I knew about this too--because I know EVERYTHING.*
Sexy Scottish man-beast. Sounds about right. You have such a knack for description and narration, sir. *grin*
Oh my god, Muppet Treasure Island. I have NOT seen that in sooo long.
Dali, Dali, oh you surrealist love of mine.
3 people in a twin bed. Let me revel in that mental image for a sec.
mmmmkay. I'm done. Hot.
You pied piper school girl, gotcha running up apples. I'd have given a butcher's hook fore clapping my knees like you did. Betcha fixed your barnet fore you greeted Splinter while you were a little red in the boat? Sure not to be cattled, cur?
It sounds like you're having a good time bro. I miss you like a period that I missed if I was a chick and didn't use contraceptives and wasn't ready for a child yet.
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