Dirty Old Town

[xp_daytripper]

We made London all right. Flight was as fucked as always - thanks to nicotine chewing gum and Nate's Arabic book, I didn't drive Manuel too crazy. The hotel's pretty swanky - I could get used to this. And I'm too wired to sleep, which means Manuel ain't sleeping either. *grins*

More later.

Comments

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

That is what those tiny little forks in the kitchen are for.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I thought those were for shrimp or something.

Right. I'm going to go stab a bad mental place to death now.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Shrimp, escargot, possibly other things I cannot remember.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

And symbolic eye-stabbing. Very important.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Of course.

Can you play chess?

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I tried once, but you can't king anything but the little castle ones, and even those don't stack very well.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Blast.

Animated checkers would be no fun at all.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Animated cribbage? I can play cribbage. Sort of.