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digitaldisciplineProof that beef jerky before bed is almost, but not quite, as good as fresh raw salmon for inciting subconcious nocturnal weirdness, last night's feature presentation starred ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mpeace & her hubby, the_macross, Dragon, Winter, Kendra, aishlynn and axissilverhand as guests at an unspecified other 30-something person's wedding, followed immediately thereafter, not by a reception, but by a wake for a further unspecified deceased relation of the bride's.
the_macross amused all and sundry with tales of joining the mile-high club. . . on a pool table bolted to the floor in a first-class lounge. . . including descriptions of hard-to-explain brushburns after the fact. He and I also were prevented from diving all manner of wedding and wake photos, mostly through personal restraint, though we did offer running commentary on the inadvertent amateur dives perpetrated by the members of the "official" party.
mpeace & Alan disappeared before things broke up, and as the assembled hordes mused as to their whereabouts, soft sounds of adult activity were heard emanating from the laundry room at the back of the room where the main festivities were going on. A walked out, grinning and freshly-showered, while mpeace wore a guilty flush and a shit-eating grin.
Much amusement was had, chiding them on their tryst while remaining PG for the sake of the children present, culminating withaxissilverhand's recognition that mpeace was the lucky recipient of some servicing, and said something to that effect, to which A replied, "Yeah, it only took about ten minutes," at which point, certain among us totally lost our shit.
I then spent a few minutes looking out the window, nearly straight down to a brisk-flowing river, swollen with muddy, icy spring runoff [and the occasional 80's vintage full-size SUV].
That's right. . I don't even get laid in -my- dreams. Yeeeeeeesh.
mpeace & her hubby, the_macross, Dragon, Winter, Kendra, aishlynn and axissilverhand as guests at an unspecified other 30-something person's wedding, followed immediately thereafter, not by a reception, but by a wake for a further unspecified deceased relation of the bride's.the_macross amused all and sundry with tales of joining the mile-high club. . . on a pool table bolted to the floor in a first-class lounge. . . including descriptions of hard-to-explain brushburns after the fact. He and I also were prevented from diving all manner of wedding and wake photos, mostly through personal restraint, though we did offer running commentary on the inadvertent amateur dives perpetrated by the members of the "official" party.mpeace & Alan disappeared before things broke up, and as the assembled hordes mused as to their whereabouts, soft sounds of adult activity were heard emanating from the laundry room at the back of the room where the main festivities were going on. A walked out, grinning and freshly-showered, while mpeace wore a guilty flush and a shit-eating grin.Much amusement was had, chiding them on their tryst while remaining PG for the sake of the children present, culminating with
axissilverhand's recognition that mpeace was the lucky recipient of some servicing, and said something to that effect, to which A replied, "Yeah, it only took about ten minutes," at which point, certain among us totally lost our shit.I then spent a few minutes looking out the window, nearly straight down to a brisk-flowing river, swollen with muddy, icy spring runoff [and the occasional 80's vintage full-size SUV].
That's right. . I don't even get laid in -my- dreams. Yeeeeeeesh.
