On pokemon partying and awesome suits.

I'd like to think it looked something like this, but exchange the mushrooms for near-obscene amounts of candy and alcohol.

 Against all odds I managed to blast through sewing my Snorlax costume in time for the party last night, and it was all kinds of fun. As always when the Pokemon Drinking Game is in action, there's way too much drinking going on, and after having slept much too little for way too long I ended up falling asleep around 1.30 am cuddled up between Knives Chau (dressed as Mew) and Honeybadger (dressed as Brock) while around us, Blastoise (the Puppy), Slowpoke, Pikachu, Jigglypuff and Oddish were joking around and telling stories and laughing at stuff, and poor Jessie from Team Rocket had too much to drink and was sitting it out on the balcony to regain some composure before going home. And let's just say I have a waiting list a mile long for Pokemon suits.

Going back home in the car, I was a bit torn between wanting to stay awake to spend time with Honeybadger, who I never get to see otherwise really, and wanting to go to sleep because it felt like such a warm and safe environment. Going by car late at night reminds me so much of being a kid, leaving all responsibility of arriving at your destination safely in the hands of someone you know and think the world of. It's one of those really cozy feelings, only really trumped by being lifted out of the car, carried inside and tucked into bed. That didn't happen, and instead the Puppy squished my arm in the car door. Twice. Curse small people and their irresponsible drinking.

Knives was so adorable to me, saying that my parties are always awesome in how chill they are, and how much fun she's having. "They're just what I need after shitty weeks," she says, and it just makes me so happy. Cool people find me cool. It makes me almost ridiculously happy.

I spent today being lazy in the Snorlax costume, trying to do work. It worked out pretty well, up until Hemingway showed up. I'd told him I needed to work, and he vowed to be quiet, but it's just impossible to concentrate on work with another presence in the room. It feels weird, I need my space. I ended up not getting as much done as I would have wanted to, and that kinda sucked. I think I just need to take another one of those chill weeks until the TEFL's finished. Once that's done, it'll be like I have oceans of time.