Oh my.

So we did a BucaRun last night. For those of you not in the know, that’s a large conglomeration of cheeky, dressed-up people led around the streets of Edinburgh to a few choice pubs, where we are quick and true in getting absolutely smashed beyond description. I said I’d only have a few.

I was wrong.

The venues involved have come to either dread or love the group, which numbered about eighteen for most of the night, and all had seen it fit to purchase us bottles of free Sambuca, in differing but vibrant hues of of black, white, and red. I can’t imagine it would look good coming up.

Two things stood out to me, at least that I can remember. One, the drinks keep flowing, even if you don’t know where they’re coming from. Everybody here simply contributes to everyone else’s debauchery, with a quick smile and a slap on the back. No one keeps tab, feels owed or the need to owe, and almost everyone is overly-generous. It’s a given. Which leads me into Two, the fact that by the end of the night, at the final destination pub, everyone in the place quickly became our friends, Buca or not. There were no California jocks running around sizing up girls, no racism, no open conflict or elitism that I sensed. Just a room full of people on a Saturday night, in the same House, having a blast. Germans, English, Scots, Yanks, Italians, all pissed off their arses together, and loving every minute of it. Everybody wrapped around each other, in each other’s arms, stumbling about, the place reminiscent of a high-security psychiatric hospital. I failed to meet a single nasty or negative person last night. And now I feel all churny, and nasty and negative in the deepest recesses of my body.

I love it.

I also wanted to post a few pictures of my friend Helen’s b-day shindig last week, since most of the cool peeps were together in one place. Others weren’t, and they were missed.

Angle
A table full of good folk. And yummy food. And Dinky’s dad.

Spiff&Orlene
Grinnin’ Spiff and her flatmate Orlene. Turkish Delight, anyone?

Spiff&Dinky
The Birthday Girl and handsome Dinky. He’s from South Africa, but we forgive him.

Eireann&Sharon
Cute as two bugs…Éireann and Sharon, huddled against the October chill.

Dinky&Darren
Dinky and some freaky-lookin’guy who just showed up. 😉

theGang
A night over, headed home to toast and honey. Damn, there’s a lot of black going on…

5 Responses to “Oh my.”

  1. agntprovocateur Says:
    October 26th, 2003 at 10:04 pm

    And now I feel all churny, and nasty and negative in the deepest recesses of my body.

    we can hear it all the way over here!
    off topic-
    btw, the lil one mentioned today that she went trick or treating on 4rth St. yesterday. apparently the shops there sponsored an early trick or treat for the kids. she told me she went into Gamescape and, upon mentioning your name, got her extra treats! she said the kids behind tried begging for more but didn't get any. lol

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    October 27th, 2003 at 2:49 am

    That makes me *so* happy to hear. I miss the shop immensely, and I'm pleased that the guys took care of R.
    That was the best crew ever. And the best store.
    Thanks for telling me about it.
    *wistful*

  3. agntprovocateur Says:
    October 27th, 2003 at 6:09 pm

    it was so cute. the way she told me about it….talking to the guys at the shop like she was proud to know you. it's funny to me because she was always so shy around you.

  4. fraulein_doktor Says:
    October 27th, 2003 at 7:22 am

    hungover girl
    Hey there!!!
    I'm still broken!!I'm just back from classes and I spent the all morning triyng to collect myself and to follow what was going on! lol
    And now I'm here, researching for my essays and trying to give a shape to my play (which first draft is due pretty soon.Argh!)
    Was thinking about going to see Kill Bill later in the week.I'll send you an email as soon as I regain enough consciousness to decide when to go.
    Baci
    FD

  5. FunkyPlaid Says:
    October 27th, 2003 at 8:00 am

    Re: hungover girl
    Nessuno scherzo…
    I can't believe it's taken me this long to recover. I guess we're either gettin' old very, very fast, or Sambuca has an evil tendency to sit in one's body and melt away important functions and faculties, for many days at a time.
    I'm into the film; let me know if you go-go!

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