The Golden Neep IC

[Angus]

Merc wants me to have you in this week for the standard checkup after that head hit you took in the Harpies match. I'm here all week so as long as we get it done before Saturday it'll be fine. Let me know when I can expect you!

( LEAGUE STANDINGS )

Who: Angus Campbell and Maddie Savage
What: Wine.
When: Friday, 17 November, evening.
Where: The Campbell homestead, Isle of Mull.
Warnings: Drinking, gossiping, a wee bit of sad.

( Anyone ever tell you it's irksome how you know everything about everything, Savage? )

Anyone else having a Case of The Mondays*?

*: yes I mean hung over at work, sorry Aunt Una, I'm having so much coffee I am doing all work don't worry haha I'm great no really super super fine.

[Warded to Family/Clan]

Had the worst date last night.

Okay not worst worst, but really bad.

So mum set me up on a date last night. I really should know better at this point, but I was getting desperate with only Razor for companionship and well, I figured, what could it hurt? I guess I should have cleared with her ahead of time what her version of an appropriate date would be. She said he was announcer. I didn't realize he would be an announcer FRIEND OF DAD. He was 56, which I know it's not polite to judge someone based on age, but he was also a very overweight 56. And bald. And he fell asleep at the table during dinner. Oh, he's narcoleptic, I forgot that bit.

I tried to sneak out the bathroom during dessert and caught my heel on the window and went tumbling into the bushes, ripping my dress open. I gave Diagon an excellent view of my knickers before I could apparate home and finish a bottle of wine, which I now regret.

I don't know why I leave the house sometimes.

Who: Sebastian Cavellero & Florinda McGonagall
What: Date night flight
When: Evening of November 14 (backdated!)
Where: Over the ocean near Montrose
Warnings: Smoocking

( If you need to get out of there for a while, you can come by anytime. )

( Portree players and staff )

( Emiliano + Intern )

( Aureliana )

Who: Georgi Draganov; NPCs Alexei Levski and Nadezhda Nenova.
What: Georgi says his goodbyes.
When: Tuesday, 28 November 1999. (forward-dated??)
Where: Vratsa, then Sofia, Bulgaria.
Warnings: Blushing. Blunt talk. Feels.

( Now he couldn't turn back if he wanted to -- and he didn't. Probably. )

Merlin's beard, I don't do well when there's a gap in play. I get so bored.

If there's one subject I can easily say I'm more tired of than goblins it's Y2K paranoia that is currently gripping the muggle world. Except I don't think it's paranoia because I really don't want to be in London if the tube stops running because the computers are down or something.

Thank Helga I can apparate.

Except that's not going to help me with my growing addiction to Coronation Street if the tellys are affected too.

I think I'm finally settling into the new routine now. Just in time for December of course. I'm making the Quidditch playing Mum work though so far....

[ Warded to Florrie ]

So... I'm feeling kind of guilty for blowing you off the other day. So, here's my raincheck? Want to meet up?