daemonluna

I've got very bad luck with beds. Or more specifically, bed frames. One of my oldest friends (in terms of duration of friendship, not chronological age) still tells people that she broke my bed when we were in high school. (It was completely innocent! Really! All she did was sit on it, and a knot in the wood snapped the side bit! And then I proceeded to do the same thing to the replacement frame a month later. Anyhow...)

This weekend, Kaye and Anna broke our futon.

Friday night, after spending the afternoon kidnapping Jacquie, she who broke my bed, we met Anna and co. at the Hop & Brew because yum, fantastic pizza and then the sitting and writing-or-reading. And Kaye introduced me to the horribly addictive NZ puzzle game Tantrix. Time came to leave, and we were giving Kaye and Anna a ride to their respective home, and we decided to kidnap them. *g*

So they spent the night on our Futon for Wayward Writers, and in the morning we noticed that two of the metal rungs had pulled away from the frame. I suspect it happened a couple days before, since Barb remembers scraping herself on it earlier. But still! Futon! Broken! By Anna and Kaye!

Also, I recall playing Kaye's Nanofictionary at an obscenely late hour and coming up with some rather interesting stories. (I think I need my own copy of the game...) Last weekend, we were playing Trivial Pursuit, which is ridiculously dated, and Moot, which I got for Christmas a couple years ago. It's a great language game from a guy in Vancouver, and you can spend much time debating over answers, if you are so inclined.

There was a trip to Ikea in there, and brunch at the Rose and Crown (which was FREEZING--maybe it was the ghost! It did used to be a funeral parlour...) and Moroccan food for supper, and a trip to the used book store. And much singing in the car. Assorted individuals from Barb's writing group are doing a karaoke-musical-singalong thing for the Buffy ep Once More With Feeling. So of course, we had to practice. (I, being as tone-deaf and none-musical as I am, am just joining in on the choruses.)

Currently listening to The Sunday Night Sex Show in the background and getting pissed off at stupid straight girls. ("Gee, my boyfriend thinks it's really important that I be a virgin and I want to marry him (Oh, and he's not a virgin but that's okay for guys) but I had sex just once two years ago and I heard there's surgery I can get to get my virginity back and... how long do I have to wait after that to go on my honeymoon and have sex with him? Like, two weeks?") Grrr.