There's a Place Where the Strange Ones Go

(note to the few Real Life people who occasionally visit this place: this is a post about meeting friends I made on the internet. You may want to run away now. Actually, the last post was about that too but I just didn't say so. Mwaha.)

So...I was late to meet everyone for lunch and have no idea if anything exciting was done before that. We had lunch at Nando's...well, everyone else had lunch and I had lemonade (em & biped: get something with sugar in! me: nooo...). During most of the meal we giggled amongst ourselves and discussed incendiary flag toothpicks. Wraith, as the only newbie, was rather quiet, but biped balanced him out by making smutty remarks about horses and offending small children.
I have no photos from lunch, so will move along to Quasar, which I have this wonderful photo of:


(note that it is wonderful because it does not contain me. My, aren't we orange?)

Quasar was great fun. Indy and wraith have quite an evil sniper streak to them. I lurked in corners, died a lot and fell over rather spectacularly once. Biped, as has been mentioned on the board, just seems to attract stray death rays...I swear I didn't mean to kill her 11 times.

After Quasar we proceeded to the pub - although we spent about ten minutes figuring out how to cross a road. Oh yes, we're special. In the pub we sat around gloating over having outmatched our enemies and comparing scores:


We then drank a little and watched horses attempt to break their necks round the grand national (biped: Come on Shotgun Willy!), while indy perfected his creepy internet guy look:


So here's the one photo to include me (being the meet photographer is great) - the non-photoshopped version of our group photo. L to R for those who are lucky enough never to have met us: me, biped, Russell, indy, wraith, EmandAsh.


The meet proper ended here, with indy and wraith heading off and the rest of us going in search of curry. Curry was reasonably yum and included "aggressive" meat. It was at about this point that I was formally kidnapped and decided to stay the night despite having planned to do no such thing...but I just didn't want to leave.

After the curry, Russell left and the final 4 of us headed back to biped's and then across to her house-sitting pad, which we ran around marvelling at its hugeness and number of books for a while before settling down to the real business of the evening: getting Em well and truly hooked on Angel season 2.

Photographic evidence of projected dvds is difficult to obtain without a flash turning the picture into a pale ghost, but because we know our priorities we opted for turning biped into the ghost instead and proudly present Big Angel at 2am.

Mmm.

Then biped and I ended up staying up till 5.30am working out how best to insult everyone.

On Sunday we did almost nooooothing, mostly faffing around on the internet, kicking footballs at computers or singing along to Buffy. Look at poor biped - she's clearly far too exhausted to do anything more taxing than that.


We did have one small excursion to Hampstead Heath, though, where a tree gave birth to Em.


And that was pretty much it. Ah, I had such a good time. Love meets. Love crazy Hobblings. Yay.