Night out with Tiff was an absolute blast, spent 3 hours at the circus school doing the flying trapeze and watching people contort themselves into increasingly unlikely shapes. The whole time I was up on the Trap pretty much consisted of me swearing a blue streak and thanking god that I'm near-sighted and therefore couldn't see how insanely high up I was. Was told I did fairly well for a first-timer, no flailing or screaming (there was alot of that) managed to hook my legs on the bar, do the backflip dismount, not kill myself, etc. I did catch my arm on one of the wires and have a nice bruise to show for it, but all in all, not bad.
Ran back to Tiff's place, then out to the pub to meet: Oscar (fellow circus freak) a musical theatre troupe, and the jousting (and apparently singing) knights of mideval times. And lo and behold, beer was brought forth, and it was drunk. And it was good. Kareoke was sung, and it was also good, Mere attempted to sing, and it was a nightmare, but still fun. Musical theatre troup entertained all by doing insane dances and such, singing the score of Avenue Q (dirty minded puppets....) and then canme the pop songs. 2 of the guys came out and started crooning out the backstreet boys as a joke, complete with soulfull looks, dramatic pauses, and some of the theatre girls down front making ridiculous and rather lude gestures.
All in all, a damn fine night.
Crashed at Tiff's, went home, then out to lunch with the family, got some sweet ass swag, then headed out to the bar where Hayley Stark played a great set and people kept buying me shots. I was.... rather beyond drunk by the end of the night, but still great fun.
Now am at work, dodging angry monday people and trying to placate a few of the dimmer-witted people that we deal with. Back to reality now. Whee.
Meru at 1:51 PM