Auditions for Survivor: Hoth are underway. I’m confident about my chances. But then, so is everyone else. Bitches.
Games night went well, per usual. Rogue introduced a Firefly game, and something called “Kill General Jar-Jar.” I didn’t play that one, but I did get to be Jayne. And I won! I think.
Less than 24 hours and we already have our first casualty – Hokie got hammered, turned himself inside out and is now sleeping with the porcelain gods. I think this is the first time we’ve had anyone get quite this drunk.
No one else is reenacting great fratboy exploits, but a few CJers were just doing the Macerana to the Imperial March.
Hokie, of course, will never live this down…
ETA: As I was posting this, Security brought us cake. Security! The Hyatt rocks.
Security brought cake? Woe! I am doing laundry. Life of the glam-star.
WISH I WAS THERE INSTEAD OF HERE!!!
And no, Hokie is not the first to get that drunk that I can recall.
Security brought cake? Obviously the powers of CJ strike again. ; )
Thanks for the update. Wish I was there…