Cottage cheese on parade

Okay, I've had plenty of time to recover from Big Kahuna. Although I do still smell somewhat of club, and I think I've met my secondhand smoke inhalation quota for the next few months.
Anyhoo, for those of you who weren't there ... either for the whole night or just the last hour or so ... I most definitely got hit on by a drunk redneck, and later a hispanic guy. By 2 a.m. I'm pretty willing to dance with anyone. So yeah. Enrique.
Adri's cats didn't seem too thrilled with how we smelled. Don't blame them.
So yeah, horny DJ, wet t-shirt contest, dancing in very close proximity with ... everyone ... makes for an interesting evening, wouldn't you say?

And Whit's multicolor flameshooter birthday candles were way too much fun.

... I miss my yeti ...

Bah!
Summer courses suck many, many things. They basically defeat the purpose of having summer. So until the end of next week, I'll be mostly wrapped up in finishing a paper (err ... writing an entire paper once I finish reading the book ...) and preparing for up to three tests. Possibly just two, but who knows.
Once that's out of the way I can put in more hours at work - for the whole week I'll still be in J-town after exams. Hey, gotta earn the cash to help with the fun new computer required for the architecture program. *sigh*
Anyhoo, it'll be nice to have my privacy back, and I'll have fewer distractions from the studio this year (darn!!!), so I'm looking forward to rolling back into Starkville, despite the fact that it IS Starkville.
Plus four hours is better than seven hours when referring to the amount of time one would have to drive to see a special someone ...
That's basically it.

Indentured servitude, barbeque, and the different attitudes toward Sunday morning in the colonies

Greetings, all.
How's it going? Good, I hope.
Just letting everyone know I haven't fallen off the face of the earth.
Well ... I guess I can post some laundry etiquette while I'm here. Not that you guys will learn something new, because you're reasonably intelligent people as a whole.
When taking your garments to a professional laundry/dry cleaning facility:
Remove everything from your pockets. Pens, money, reciepts, drugs, boarding passes, razor blades, lighters, male contraceptive devices, sports bras, candy, napkins with that girl's phone number ... it all needs to stay with you.
Unbutton all the buttons. Just do it.
Remove old tags from previous visits to the laundry. Doesn't it itch when you wear clothes that still have the tags? It would bug me.
If you HAVE TO HAVE a certain item for a special occasion or a trip, bring it several days in advance. You know, just in case the utilities go on the fritz one day. Or because we might possibly have a freakishly busy day and not get to your stuff before the time you expected to be able to pick up your essential garment.
Heavy starch is for bank presidents, funeral directors, and sadists/masochists. Heavy starch shirts are notoriously difficult to press and bag compared to ... just about everything else.
Read the care labels before you order starch for your silk trousers.
Bringing in t-shirts and jeans that need no special attention brands you as lazy. Or unable to figure out those scary machines in your laundry room. Seriously, it's a lot cheaper to go to a coin-op laundry. Sure, you have to stay there for a while, but I'd say that makes up for the expense of a dry cleaner's.
A lot of people bring their clothes to us in garbage bags. What do you think that says about the clothes?
I think that's it for now.
Good night.

Here, I bought you a blue firework. :)

Hello, all.
I hope everyone had a lovely holiday and watched fireworks of some sort. Naturally, I did so in game with Dennis for a little while. Then we went off to kill things.
The first summer term is over and I'm quite pleased with my grades. They should balance out the crappy one I got in studio last semester. I've also acquired a lovely three-volume set of college literature books and one for art appreciation. Woo for excerpts of larger works! (Silly bookstore ... )
On a somewhat more sober note, wouldn't everyone agree that it's nice to know that no matter how screwed up your life is, that there always seems to be someone even more screwed up? After hearing accounts of a fiance freaking out, screaming, and flailing a gun around, I really appreciate my thriving long distance relationship ... even though most of our interaction these days involves a gnome ...
Anyhoo, gotta go finish reading for class and whatnot.