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Notables (in no particular order):

- Pre GBII drinks with Mish.

- Someone kept playing Peter Andre songs all night.

- Cam calling Misha a Communist. Misha getting REALLY FUCKING ANGRY because Cam kept coming back to call her a Commie. Me telling Cam to piss off because he kept calling Misha a Commie.

- Cam's stories about the Nazis out to get Darp and how he was going to protect him. Very Kevin Costner in The Bodyguard.

- Labels. We made labels for everything. Including one of the bouncers, Mya.

- Hungry Jacks 'mantalk' overheard between Spleenie and Glen.

- John the lovable loiterer. We had no idea who he was, but he kept writing our blogaddresses down and leaving them with US. He was cool, alternating between mingling and napping. He has a picture of us with me clinging to Misha for dear life. I don't even remember that.

- Meeting JtH and Mrs A. Best couple, ever.

- Spleenie grooving alone to Peter Andre, with stickers on his beer and forehead.

- Meeting Tokenwoman. She was so damned cute! Misha and I felt her boots. BOOTS.

- The cabbie taking me home who told me to keep talking, otherwise he'll have a microsleep and crash.


Alas, my acute anxiety prior to the shindig was all for nought, as it turned out to be a great night. I have to say, though, without Misha, I wouldn't have been there. Ten drinks apiece (including that toxic syrup JtH bought me!), and we still managed to keep our dignity. I think.

So, from last night, some new additions to the BourbonBird Blogroll: John, Tokenwoman, Spleenie, and Glen. Hot damn, it seems I met more people than I can remember, so they'll be added as the memories start flooding in.

There were a couple of bloggers we met last night whose addresses we didn't write down and/or lost. Let me know where you are.

Aaaand, before I forget -- Happy Mother's Day!

[edit] Forgot to thank Flashman for the labels! Also, we met Flop-eared Mule, Agent Fare Evader, and the most awesome Tim Lambert who put up with everyone calling him 'Tm' after John completely forgot how to spell. I met Leigh for a millisecond. Shit, and thanks to Glen for hailing a cab down for me using his big burly man-wave. We shared a cab comfortably before he got off at Stanmore Maccas, where the cab driver started his twenty-question-assault on me.