Club Jade

Missi: “I’m tipsy!”
Sean: “No dear, you’ve tipped over.”

Dunc: “I think I should stay away from anything that could be described as ‘sophisticated.'”

What Caitlin failed to provide much detail on was the formation of the Club Jade Spa.

At one point, Rogue is on the floor with Derek giving him a massage (or adjustment…or something). Mike has a whole line of people waiting to get a massage. (I, Paula, knocked off Kelly for the title of tightest shoulders of Club Jade.)

Then, somehow, there was Diane painting Derek’s and Ben’s toes. Pink. Well, I think it was actually champagne. Either way, quite the effect.

Thus it was that we had a spa going in the middle of the party.

We’re about to start the Harry Potter discussion. Everyone stay safe!

A good night. Most of the suite watched Shaun of the Dead (funny, also gross) while a small but dedicated group watched Arrested Development in the other room. (Gotta love a show where incest is canon. Maeby/George Michael 4EVA!) Then, Jessa premiered the Emperor Noir drink (watch out for the blood on the rim, it stains) and we watched selected clips from Emperor Aaron’s film Deadbacks with live commentary from the director. The White Wampa gift exchange followed; Mary wound up with an inflatable Millenium Falcon while Emperor Aaron stole Susan’s boxers. Now some people are getting massages while others watch Spaceballs.

Wow, that was a remarkably coherent entry for being written under the influence of an Emperor Noir and one-and-a-half Mustafar Meltdowns.

I leave you with this thought: “The geography that I stand compares you superior!”

The ceremonies are about to begin to rename the Coruscant Opera House to The Emperor Palpatine Center for the Performing Arts.

Long live, The Emperor!

The dress that Steph is wearing is STUNNING! Missi’s looking pretty hot, herself.

And there are quite a few boas moulting in the suite, right now.

More highlights to come!

“I don’t want to spoil… what’s the one where Siri dies?” -Yav

“It’s good to know there have always been dumb fangirls.” -Caitlin

“‘I only like Shakespeare when there’s cleavage!'” -Rach

“I will not circumcise myself.” – Hokie

“Jawas are evil koalas.” -Caitlin

“WOW. You’ve outweirded me.” Caitlin to Ruby.

“Derek, I’m sorry I have to reach between your legs, but I’ve got to get up.” – Helen

“It’s okay, now I’ve got a Rogue between my legs.” -Derek (The slash writes itself.)

“Everyone wants their butt to be as big as a starship.” -Blu

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.

Today: printing, packing, and last-minute procrastinating…

Tomorrow: JadeCon!