Didn’t stay very long at weblogger’s last night, due to having to go round Lu’s place and watch the last Neon Genesis DVD. There was one new person, which was Lori. Everyone say “Hi Lori!”. And there was some neat antipasto, incorporating a white cheesy substance of no taste.

When I got to Lu’s, she was wearing knee-length rainbow toe-socks, but with her toes not in the toe-holes so she looked like flat-toed feet-freak hobbit thing. Y’know, or something. We succeeded in destroying Wade’s mind with the famous (and very uderrated) Final Two Episodes of Neon Genesis, and had a few drinks along the way. I invented the bourbon-mixing joke “Beam me up, Scotty” though I’m sure someone has thought of that already.