UMMMMMMMMM....life much?

[ink_n_imp]

When I was in catholic school (kindergarten to 8th grade) I was One of a Triumvirate (myself, Greg and Stephen) that the teachers and priests SWORE would join the catholic holy orders one day.

Well--

Today I attended the ordination of Greg—the eldest of that triumvirate of YOU-WILL-TAKE-THE CATHOLIC-VOW-OF-HOLY ORDERS!

Greg is as of today, A CATHOLIC PRIEST.

Stephen is already a Brother, and is teaching at Chaminade High School, an all boy's catholic school in Mineola.

And myself?

…Two out of three ain't bad for the Catholic church?

Seriously, tonight I drank mightily and would have dropped my panties for my beer pong partner who NOT ONLY knew details of French-written Arthurian legend, but who knew Norse history (aka, what an "ting" was) and could quote shit from Hemingway AND who could discuss AT LENGTH King Alfred and who was joyously intrigued by my quotating and explicating of G.K Chesterton's "The Ballad of the White Horse") and who ALSO WAS ABLE TO QUOTE WODEHOUSE AND HAD GREAT AFFECTION FOR HUGH LAURIE AND STEPHEN FRY AS SKETCH COMEDIANS AND KNEW THEY WERE PART OF THE CAMBRIDGE FOOTLIGHTS!—

BE STILL MY FUCKING BEATING HEART!!!

Oh, and strangest part of all?

HE'S THE MOTHERFUCKING BROTHER OF A BOY WHO WAS IN MY ELEMENTERY/MIDDLE SCHOOL, WHOM I AM STILL FRIENDS WITH.

HOLY. MOTHERFUCKING. SHIT.

Once I read a book that SWORE that a person, if they followed the medieval model of looking for their perfect mate in a 30 mile radius (aka, walking distance) of where they were born, that they would find it.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmm…hello? I would like to subscribe to that newsletter?

I WOULD HAVE THIS CHAP'S* BABIES WERE HE WILLING TO STICK AROUND.

NO. LIE.


*AND I MEAN CHAP IN THAT HE QUOTED WODEHOUSE AND WE "WHAT HO/RIGHT HO/BALLY"'ED EACH OTHER SEVERAL TIMES THIS EVENING! AND HE APPROVED OF MY REASON FOR SEEINGMYSELF AS A CHAP WITH SAPPHIC TENDENCIES.

MORNING AFTER EDIT:...I am impressed by how coherently I can still write while three sheets to the wind. I mean, it's still EMBARRASSING the shit I'll post while drunk, but at least it's legible?

Also--ouch, uncontrollable drunken caps-locking much?

Comments

[mellifluous-ink.livejournal.com]

[ink-n-imp.livejournal.com]

SERIOUSLY. HAD I PULLED HIM AWAY FROM A ANOTHER CONVO FOR A MERE MOMENT, I WOULD HAVE FELT HIM UP/MAC'ED ON HIM ON TOP OF GIVING HIM MY NUMBER. ALAS, ONLY GOT TO GIVE HIM MY NUMBER. BUT HAVE TO HUNT THIS ONE DOWN CAUSE HE WAS SO...UNDERSTANDINGLY COOL ABOUT TRANSGENDERED IDENTITY AND WHY IT WASN'T A PROBLEM THAT I NEED TO HIT THAT WITH FIERY PASSION=1000 BURNING SUNS. NATCH.

[mellifluous-ink.livejournal.com]

I wish that medieval theory worked on me. XD That's an interesting theory, but how does the internet factor in?

[ink-n-imp.livejournal.com]

well, the book was a kid's history/science/exploration book written RIGHT before the internet became...HUGE...and it reflects that. So, I figure the internet throws it all, but I am STILL gobsmacked by the fact that I played 4 rounds of beer pong with a chap who went tit-for-tat with me about all the things I adore, who was flirting with me (regardless of the fact I told him up front that I'm as good as a bisexual dyke really) and who IN FACT is the the brother of a boy I grew up with.

THIS BLOWS MY MIND.

[mellifluous-ink.livejournal.com]

YOU CLEARLY NEED TO GET TO KNOW THIS MAGNIFICENT BASTARD.

[ink-n-imp.livejournal.com]

AND HOW. OH GOD AND HOW.

[mellifluous-ink.livejournal.com]

I NEED TO PUT THE FEAR OF CROWLEY GOD MY WRATH INTO HIM, THOUGH.

[ink-n-imp.livejournal.com]

WOULD YOU REALLY? JUST CURIOUS WHAT YOU WOULD SAY/DO TO DO SO. ;)

[mellifluous-ink.livejournal.com]

MOSTLY THREATEN HIS TESTICLES. I HAVE A COLLECTION. ALSO IT'D BE A PITY IF SOMEONE SLIPPED FOXGLOVE INTO HIS TEA.

[ink-n-imp.livejournal.com]

HEH, NO WORRIES, DON'T HAVE TO THREATEN ANYTHING OF HIS UNLESS HE BECOMES A CONTROLLING DOUCHE WHO WON'T LET A RELATIONSHIP GO SHOULD IT DISAPPEAR NATURALLY. AND THEN, YOU'D HAVE TO GET IN LINE CAUSE I CAN'T STAND THAT SHIT CAUSE I'M THE ONE THAT GET'S TO CONTROL SHIT IN THE BEDROOM, NATCH

[mellifluous-ink.livejournal.com]

ALSO THE CLASSIC ITALIAN 'YOU BREAK EIR HEART, I BREAK YOUR FACE.' NEVER GOES AMISS.

[grey-bard.livejournal.com]

Clearly, fate is sending the message that the third member of your trio was not meant to take holy orders. Instead, you are meant to be bisexual and meet attractive, charming people who love Wodehouse! And possibly make babies with them.

[ink-n-imp.livejournal.com]

POSSIBLY. MUST EXPLORE THIS FURTHER IN MY PANTS.

[puckling.livejournal.com]

AND I MEAN CHAP IN THAT HE QUOTED WODEHOUSE AND WE "WHAT HO/RIGHT HO/BALLY"'ED EACH OTHER SEVERAL TIMES THIS EVENING! AND HE APPROVED OF MY REASON FOR SEEINGMYSELF AS A CHAP WITH SAPPHIC TENDANCIES.

I APPROVE OF THIS HUMAN BEING.

[ink-n-imp.livejournal.com]

I LOVE THAT HE'S GETTING THE INTERNET SEAL OF APPROVAL. WARMS THE COCKLES OF MY HEART AND ALL THAT.

[woe-in-a-hoodie.livejournal.com]

SO YOU TOTALLY NEED TO BE LIKE, 'WOULD YOU LIKE A CUP OF COFFEE TEA' THE NEXT TIME YOU SEE HIM.

AND SAY SOMETHING LIKE, 'I LIKE MY COFFEE TEA THE WAY I LIKE MY MEN... AT EVERY AVAILABLE OPPORTUNITY.'

GO YOU!

[ink-n-imp.livejournal.com]

THIS.

THIS.

I AM SO USING THIS NEXT TIME I SEE HIM.