First of many crumbs

I'm going to make an effort to intersperse these belated updates with some other distractions so that I won't drive away everyone with no interest in Hot!Bear!Sex! But there's only so much I can do with the backlog I've got now.

Best T-shirt of the Weekend: DON'T HATE ME BECAUSE I'M BEAUTIFUL. HATE ME BECAUSE I FUCKED YOUR DAD.
Best Tattoo of the Weekend: 和平、愛、飛車 ("Peace, Love, Roller Coasters")
Best Line of the Weekend: Crap, I knew I should've written that one down. aadroma also had a good one about "very fuckable dwarfs", but I can't remember it either right now. All that damn gin!
Worst New Cocktail Discovery: "Red Hot Slut"--cranberry juice, peach schnapps, and Jägermeister. Um Himmels Willen, warum?
Worst IML Fashion Trend: Turquoise camouflage pants. Just who do you think you're kidding?

One day we'll get that kind of affirmation

I think the DJ for the Farewell Party at Sidetrack yesterday had the right mix of old favourites and new material, at least as far as the humourous clips were concerned. (As far as the music, he went a little overboard with the 80s cheese--and this is me talking, so you can just imagine.) Our little crowd were in the atrium room, so I was on of the few who spoke along to the gay steel mill scene from The Simpsons or sang along to Karen Carpenter; in the main room, which I visited from time to time, it was a different matter entirely.

I don't know the source for the most hilarious new bit, which featured a free photo booth with live feedback, and I'm usually not much for the reality t.v. school of prankster humour, but the commedians involved did a bang-up job. For instance, at one point, a youngster flips off the camera and the monotone voice says, "I'm going to tell you mother you did that. [louder] Ma'am, your son just gave me the finger." A woman standing just outside pokes her head in to scold him and he vigorously denies doing what we all just saw him do. A young woman finally gets exasperated with repeated requests to "make sure that the curtain is completely closed" and screams at the booth, prompting a perfectly deadpan reply of "Don't you take that tone with me, missy." A chubby Hispanic bear gets in and the voice instructs him to dance in order to activate the camera; he does--with brio. He even takes off his shirt, which brought vociferous appreciation from the crowd in the big room.

But that was nothing compared to the reception for footage of a white-haired hetero couple. As they take their seats on the bench, I could hear cries of "Awwwww!!" from all around me. The voice instructs them to smile. They do. Before the next picture, however, they lean towards each other and exchange a kiss which could never have been shown on the big screen back when they were courting. The voice says, "Can't you keep your hands off each other for three minutes?" They don't look especially shocked or startled, just a bit chastened as they slowly shake their heads "No".

The room went crazy.