Good Stuff, Bad Stuff
So this hasn’t been the best of weeks. Not much in the way of writing has been done. Although I did go to the Orion Author Party at the V&A last night, complete with pre and post-party drinks at a nearby pub with several other boozy authors. The location was glitzy and beautiful as usual - and I really love that big squiggly thing that hangs down from the ceiling. Someone (I can’t remember who) said that it looks a bit like an evil balloon - which it kind of does. Perhaps that’s why I like it so much.
There was also the usual free-flowing champagne. The only problem with that was that I haven’t really eaten anything much over the last two weeks as one of my dogs became very ill with cancer, and died the day before the party. This was easily one of the worst days of my life - but I suppose that’s the price you pay for having one of the best dogs ever. It does turn out, though, that if you haven’t been eating, you can’t hold your drink as well as you normally can. I’m fairly sure I told both Suzanne McLeod and Jon Weir that I loved them during the course of the evening. This isn’t really too much of a problem as I do rather love Suzanne and Jon, because they’re both so flippin’ cool. I just hope I didn’t profess my love to anyone else. Total strangers, for instance; or dodgy looking men in back alleys; baffled reviewers; worried-looking agents; harassed waiters . . . But it was certainly nice to have a night of fun in the middle of a week of utter crap. And - once again - Mr Devereux and I were the last ones standing. I simply can’t get over what a load of lightweights all these other authors are! What’s with all this responsible grown-up stuff, eh? Eh? Now, more than ever, I can’t wait for Eastercon! And the all-night drinking and partying and misbehaving and silliness!
But for now I am simply looking forward to going to Florida on Saturday. After the week I’ve just had I don’t think I’ve ever been more in need of ten days of Mickey Mouses, roller coasters, sunshine and American junk food. Lots and lots of American junk food, actually, because with the amount of weight I’ve lost this week, none of my jeans fit me anymore and I really don’t want to have to spend more hard-earnt money buying new ones. Not when I could be spending it on buying as many Mickeys as will possibly fit into my suitcase . . .
Tags: Events
February 19th, 2009 at 1:08 pm
I love you too, Alex *g* and it’s okay, you didn’t profess undying love to that dodgy looking geezer in the alley, you just hit him over the head with one of your fabulous shoes … I’m sure he got the point though.
And lightweight? Some of us have *edits*,y’know!
Sending you *big hugs* for the crap week and enjoy Disney.
February 19th, 2009 at 1:51 pm
I very proud of you telling people you love them when feeling squiffy as me your Aunite do it all the time my last victim was a 12 year old boy but added to this I cuddle and kiss them as well his parents my friends (I think) might have been a bit surprised. It just means your nice like me when drinking. Have a great holiday
February 19th, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Sorry to hear the news about your dog, my sincerest condolences to you.
Have fun with Mickey and friends, it definitely sounds like you need it.
Be grateful you aren’t on Twiiter (or are you and you’re keeping it secret?), as drunk twittering can be very dangerous.
- Neil.
February 19th, 2009 at 3:53 pm
Oh Alex - so sad about the pup! *hugs*
Do have a good time in the US though! You deserve it. I expect to many many many photos on the blog about you posing with Mickey and crew.
Liz x
February 20th, 2009 at 12:58 am
Thanks everyone.
And my lovely Auntie Ruth - better to be an overly affectionate drunk than an aggressive drunk, eh?
February 20th, 2009 at 8:49 am
You stayed out of trouble quite remarkably well, and we only had to hide the one body while no-one was looking - I hadn’t realised you were that handy with a nailfile!
Don’t forget, by the way, that Mr. R. has demanded that you either add a Mousketeer hat to your collection, or at least be photographed wearing same. I echo and endorse this demand.
February 20th, 2009 at 10:18 am
To be fair, at least I wasn’t loitering in an alley when you said you loved me, but I think that was mere chance rather than anything else!
Is most disappointing that parties keep happening when I NEED to be sober at work the next morning - not that I’m making any claims about being a heavyweight drinker, but that Mr D is a very bad influence in a very fun way.
February 20th, 2009 at 10:56 am
Alex, I’m so sorry about your dog. So very sorry…
Big hugs to you. Glad you managed a good night, though. And that holiday can’t come soon enough. Have a brilliant time in Florida. Tell me all about it when you get back! (I’m going in 2 months.)
Kaz
x
February 26th, 2009 at 11:40 pm
Responsible? Grown-up? Whut?
February 27th, 2009 at 4:32 pm
It’s been a long time (maybe even never?) that a beautiful girl told me she loved me.
What a way to end the week! Now I just have to meet Lynda Carter and I can die a happy gay.
March 4th, 2009 at 1:59 am
Yeah, I guess I should correct a slight misstatement - Stephen Deas does not so far appear to be either responsible *or* grown up. Needless to say, I’m very glad that he’ll be putting in an appearance at the Eastercon. It is very gratifying to be welcoming yet another reprobate into the clan . . .
And, Jon, I think I’d probably still profess my love for you even when totally stone cold sober (ditto for Ms McLeod too). . .
March 4th, 2009 at 10:22 am
*blushes* And are you back? Or is Mickey not fascinating enough to keep you away from the addiction of online life! LOL!