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Monday, April 21, 2003
 
Stats that Shape a Weekend
Number of erotic versions of Alice in Wonderland viewed: 1
Number of Easter bunnies Mia received: 3
Number of Easter "eggs" found/consumed: 2

The weekend didn't turn out to be quite as debaucherous as I'd hoped. Not that I was angling for anything too tawdry. I just thought we (and, be extension, you) might be witness to some interesting sights.

Friday night, Girls on Film played a show, so I stayed home with Mia. I watched The Man Who Wasn't There. (Cue slight disappointment. Being a Coen Brothers fan, I was expecting something a little less boring and convoluted. My apologies to noir fans everywhere.)

Saturday afternoon/evening was Julie's Alice in Wonderland-themed birthday party. Hardly anyone dressed up (as requested). One couple sported the complementary "Eat me/Drink me" t-shirts. There was badminton, which was fun, until Michelle twisted her knee. I opted out of the croquet (played with miniature pink flamingos as the mallets). There was "Pin the Smile on the Cheshire Cat." And there was a viewing of a 1982 erotic production of Alice in Wonderland. Besides being soft-core porn, it was a musical. We had it muted, despite someone's assertion that we really weren't getting the full effect. (With the sound muted, I was still able to follow the jiggling breasts . . . er, story.)

No-one got too loaded before we left around 11. But apparently, there was some intense drunken behavior after we left. I did my part, mixing a few rounds of Deep Green Seas. Oh well.

Sunday afternoon was the infamous Easter "egg" hunt/cookout. There were 50 airline-sized liquor bottles hidden around the house. I wasn't going to participate, but then someone mentioned not having drink the liquor bottles immediately upon finding them. Michelle played, finding about seven bottles. I found two. For watching Mia, Julie received a mini-bottle of Bombay Sapphire. Michelle took home most of her various cordials, while I added the vodka and Jim Beam (which I traded for) to my Sprite/pineapple juice concoction. Pretty tasty, but on top of my el huge-o Scotch Apple and an Icehouse, I was mightily buzzed.

Still, no-one took off any clothing or passed out, so we kind-of decided that next year, it's back to drinkin' the shots on the spot. We'll just have avoid too much of the punishing straight stuff.

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For your reference, we made some Cho Cho Sans at the two parties. Try it using a medium glass with ice. Pour in a few ounces of plum wine. Add a little 7-Up, and fill the rest of the glass with pineapple juice. Sounds gay, tastes good.

Okay, tastes kind-of gay, too.