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Apr. 24th, 2005 01:15 amWell, after the monthly 'day in the pub' meet of the Starfury regulars/tech/steward crew, where people have been soundly mocked for not knowing the table numbers for ordering food and the tex-mex platter, steak and belgian waffle are worshipped on this saturday each month (seriously, we get worried. Jo W went up to get food at one point and the girl went 'belgian waffle, table 40, right?' 'er... yes.') Usual celeb gossip, con gossip, and it being one week pre-Serenity, double-checking of things like room assignments, con badge things, etc. Also have decided to hate Kurgan with an almighty passion. After I'd prodded him in the foot a few times for the hell of it, he poked me in the side.
Whereupon I squeaked.
Yes, squeaked. Rather high-pitched. This happens when I get tickled or poked in a sensitive spot. Cue everyone in our two-table cubby-hole turning around and staring at me. Kurgan decided to do it again to check. I squeaked higher. Everyone fell about laughing. Especially Jo and Andy, who already knew about this. (Andy pointed out that it is actually possible to play tunes on me once you work out which spot delivers which tone of squeak) They encouraged Kurgan to do it again, the bastards, until I pointed out that I have been known to make noises that are painful to *dogs*, let alone humans.
When discussing costumes and what wearing, two of the blokes (after ascertaining that I wasn't going to have to be fed water this time to keep me upright, as with Oola) professed disappointment that there would be no legs shown, until I pointed out that the Meg outfit for Sunday had a slit up the side of the skirt. But still pouted. Cue me reassuring them that if I got too hot in trousers on friday, hotpants or short skirt would be brought out. I don't know why they want to see my legs. I do not have good legs. I just tend to show them off a lot. It's this addiction to miniskirts.
To do :
sew amidala outfit
make amidala holsters - official ones incredibly crappy.
cut back of white boots to enable yours truly's legs to fit in them comfortably.
make boot facings. Will need to find velcro.
paint Saffron shirt.
And then? Then I will be done, all done. mwhahaha.
Whereupon I squeaked.
Yes, squeaked. Rather high-pitched. This happens when I get tickled or poked in a sensitive spot. Cue everyone in our two-table cubby-hole turning around and staring at me. Kurgan decided to do it again to check. I squeaked higher. Everyone fell about laughing. Especially Jo and Andy, who already knew about this. (Andy pointed out that it is actually possible to play tunes on me once you work out which spot delivers which tone of squeak) They encouraged Kurgan to do it again, the bastards, until I pointed out that I have been known to make noises that are painful to *dogs*, let alone humans.
When discussing costumes and what wearing, two of the blokes (after ascertaining that I wasn't going to have to be fed water this time to keep me upright, as with Oola) professed disappointment that there would be no legs shown, until I pointed out that the Meg outfit for Sunday had a slit up the side of the skirt. But still pouted. Cue me reassuring them that if I got too hot in trousers on friday, hotpants or short skirt would be brought out. I don't know why they want to see my legs. I do not have good legs. I just tend to show them off a lot. It's this addiction to miniskirts.
To do :
And then? Then I will be done, all done. mwhahaha.
