...this doesn't sound good... ...I really didn't mean to leave out the word 'Drunken"... ...oh, boy...
Welllll, this is what come from associating with me. Drunk in public and now we are one lump of misbehavin' drunken ladies. A moniker which is only half-correct...Such behavior rises to broad-er terms (i think).
DB2 [Me ~ I think that's the correct order, by the time Drunkenness hit]. SWITZ isn't too passive for me; since we apparently became the show, in Andrew's absence, a watcher was needed, yes?
However, DB2's fingers aren't anywhere near SWITZ's pockets, either. Since DB3 is the only one to have observed such action, my guess is that it must be DB3 doing the leading and DB3's fingers.
...how on earth did I wind up with SWITZ' driver's licence?? Boy, that Mythos packs a punch...and the ouzo...oh, my aching head...I seem to have lost some time...lots of it...
What a night, guys! It was fun. I think I'll just grab this cab and head on home. Anybody need a lift? I seem to have a little extra cash on hand.
Is it Sterling by any chance?? Look around.... Are the taxis decorated as billboards on wheels with a square-ish sillhouette? Is Big Ben on the horizon? The London Eye? This might not be Kansas anymore...
DB1
(sitting under that 'faerie' tree in Hyde Park)
LOL ~ I dare say it's NOT Kansas, anymore ~ what with drunken pickpockets and alleyways. However, this flight to London.....I don't know 'bout that. I do know that a flight needs to be arriving soon from Edinburgh, or we're going to be off again and unreinable, at this rate.
DB3 ~ It had to be your mixing of Mythos and ouzo that led you into that crazy behaviour. I stuck with Mythos only, and now all I need is a ride home. No regrouping on lost hours. I do have a pound in me purse, however; not sure if it's from last night or last month, though. Okay, maybe I did have one Mythoseses too many.
~ DB2 aka DL2 [What faerie tree? I don't see a faerie tree.]
I hope my lap top doesn't run out of batteries before typing this....it is the tree near (at least pretty near) the Princess Diana memorial walk...you can climb inside its hollow-mushroom shaped branches that brush the ground. Light is filtering inside here through the leaves, folks are passing through one side and out the other 'doorways' formed by the branches. i am squished up against the left side trying to be discreet, i am wearing one shoe and
Don, she said "bring batter". The poor homeless woman. She must need it to fry a squirrel. Honestly, the way some people are forced to live, these days. No! Don't give her any money, honey, keep walking.
..BOY O BOY' THOSE DRUNKEN WOMEN SURE WERE FUN....
