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-Group of us over at Chip and Co's, sitting around, trying various kinds of dessert wine and making random comments. S'fun.
And! Not to worry, there aren't any tables around for me to hide under and grab people's ankles. Unlike last time. (Ysabet's leaning over my shoulder and offering to lift up the couch for me to hide under.)
Eh. Not to worry. There's pleanty of chocolate around to counter act the effects of the wine. (dammit, do not spell 'wine' with an 'h' >P )
M'not really tipsy after, like 2 tablespoons of wine. It's the contact high. Really.
Okay. Off to work on crack fic.
[Edit:
*Icka's cell phone starts vibrating in her cargo pants pocket*
Icka!: WAUUUUGGGHHHHHH!!! O_O
*Icka! Grabs the phone, answers it, has a somewhat coherent conversation, hangs up*
Icka!: Sarah and William are on their way.
Chip: So was that good for you? :D
Icka!: No, it was vibrating my outer thigh. If it had been my inner thigh, maybe and I did not just say that!
Ysabet: Yes, you did! -Stick that on LJ? ]