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Went Liz's for flatwarming/early birthday party (as I'm not going to be there next weekend). Raided Safeway/Morrison's for ridiculous amounts of alcohol, soft drinks and childhood bisuits (most of which weren't actually eaten). Discovered that the pub over the road was doing karaoke, so we all decamped there after everyone arrived. See people show off impressive vocal chords, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tirinar prove that she sings The Divinyls 'I touch myself' in the exact voice of the singer, so at first we were wondering if they'd accidentally put a record on... It turns out I sing 'Music to Watch Girls By' *lower* than Tony Bennett - my brain must be fixed on the Andy Williams version. Claire kept asking if anyone could remember more lyrics than the chorus of 'I quit' by Hepburn, and it turned out no-one could. Liz and I pouted muchly over the fact that there was no Liza or Peggy Lee in the bloody huge playlist.
Went back, drank, brought out the Buffy CD where the con-going contingent scared Mariella *and* got her laughing hysterically over some of the more... unexpected lines ('His penis got diseases from a Shumash tribe',various spoken-word bits added on, and being informed about exactly what is happening during 'You make me complete' in Tara's song). Then me + chair performing Mein Herr from Cabaret 'exactly how many times has she seen this if she can perform the whole chair dance?', general 'argh, you really need crappy classroom chairs for this - they're sturdy', then me and Liz doing Cabaret, then me and Liz doing All That Jazz as a pair, with added *cough* actions in the grand tradition of female con-goers, then came all t' girls doing Cell Block Tango, using one of the lads as the victim. More singing and drinking and general silliness, up to the point of nearly everyone gone home except for those staying over, and 'Heather, drink more water. You will drink more water. Now.'
Me and Liz went Camden to find stuff for her to spend her birthday cheque on, failed to find very much at all. Didn't manage to convince her to try more exotic food. (yours truly was investigating the thai and moroccan-looking sections, and pouting that the Brazilian stall had sold out of cane sugar drink) Feet killed due to going from flip-flops all summer to heels. Found out from the Black Rose lot after searching up and down the market for the fancy dress shop that it had closed two weeks ago due to not wanting to pay higher rent prices. Bugger it. The tour of the goth shops was mostly punctuated by Liz's 'how much for a bloody corset? I think not, I'll make it myself' and us wincing at the tea rose and cherries prints that seemed to be in for the ironic fifties statement stuff, and one classic of a rather cute skirt that for some reason had failed to put a protective layer between the net petticoats and where it would be touching your skin. And this was hard, unyielding net, not soft stuff. Picked up a jangly belt, and a collar with ring on it for Twi'lek outfit.
tirinar prove that she sings The Divinyls 'I touch myself' in the exact voice of the singer, so at first we were wondering if they'd accidentally put a record on... It turns out I sing 'Music to Watch Girls By' *lower* than Tony Bennett - my brain must be fixed on the Andy Williams version. Claire kept asking if anyone could remember more lyrics than the chorus of 'I quit' by Hepburn, and it turned out no-one could. Liz and I pouted muchly over the fact that there was no Liza or Peggy Lee in the bloody huge playlist.Went back, drank, brought out the Buffy CD where the con-going contingent scared Mariella *and* got her laughing hysterically over some of the more... unexpected lines ('His penis got diseases from a Shumash tribe',various spoken-word bits added on, and being informed about exactly what is happening during 'You make me complete' in Tara's song). Then me + chair performing Mein Herr from Cabaret 'exactly how many times has she seen this if she can perform the whole chair dance?', general 'argh, you really need crappy classroom chairs for this - they're sturdy', then me and Liz doing Cabaret, then me and Liz doing All That Jazz as a pair, with added *cough* actions in the grand tradition of female con-goers, then came all t' girls doing Cell Block Tango, using one of the lads as the victim. More singing and drinking and general silliness, up to the point of nearly everyone gone home except for those staying over, and 'Heather, drink more water. You will drink more water. Now.'
Me and Liz went Camden to find stuff for her to spend her birthday cheque on, failed to find very much at all. Didn't manage to convince her to try more exotic food. (yours truly was investigating the thai and moroccan-looking sections, and pouting that the Brazilian stall had sold out of cane sugar drink) Feet killed due to going from flip-flops all summer to heels. Found out from the Black Rose lot after searching up and down the market for the fancy dress shop that it had closed two weeks ago due to not wanting to pay higher rent prices. Bugger it. The tour of the goth shops was mostly punctuated by Liz's 'how much for a bloody corset? I think not, I'll make it myself' and us wincing at the tea rose and cherries prints that seemed to be in for the ironic fifties statement stuff, and one classic of a rather cute skirt that for some reason had failed to put a protective layer between the net petticoats and where it would be touching your skin. And this was hard, unyielding net, not soft stuff. Picked up a jangly belt, and a collar with ring on it for Twi'lek outfit.
