Random lunacy
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doyleWhen answers to memes raise yet more questions...
46. The most drunk I've ever been was last year's now infamous "believing herself to be a vampire slayer" incident.
This was at university last year, and was an object lesson in why I shouldn't be allowed to watch television while drinking. (Just to clarify that it's legal to drink from 18 here, so this was perfectly dandy in the eyes of the law, if anyone's wondering). So... we're getting ready to go out, I'm watching Buffy and chugging away. It takes very little to make me drunk, and by the time we made it out I was very merry indeed (I seem to remember trying to swim down the road at one point).
It was around this time that I decided I was a vampire slayer.
Why couldn't I have been watching Ally McBeal? Believing myself to be a single female lawyer would have caused far less chaos, though knowing my luck I would have believed myself to be Lilah Morgan.
Anyway, I was keeping a close watch out for any vampires. That unfortunate guy from our halls of residence was nuzzling the neck of one of my friends could have met with a nasty accident if I'd had a pointy bit of wood to hand. The night passed off okay, despite any suspicious glances I might have thrown at people setting off my non-existant Slayer sense. We went back to someone's house - one of Mary's friends - and to keep me quiet while they sorted the other madly drunk people out, I was handed a newspaper that was lying around.
Bad mistake. It was The Sun (a tabloid) and the first headline I turned to was "VAMPIRE ATTACK IN KILKEEL". Which is where my friend Laurence is from. My instant reaction was "I must warn him immediately!" My second reaction was "he may be one of them!" Only Mary's intervention stopped me from storming the Christian halls at 4am to try and slay him.
I don't drink while watching the TV any more.
66. A corollary to the above: last year I dyed my hair black just so I could play Evil Willow in our two-man re-enactment/piss-take of Grave.
There are times when MSTing the episode isn't enough; when the potential for snark is so much that a dramatisation is called for. In this case it meant me with black clothes and hair, Laurence as "Xander, a humble carpenter who will save the world with love", some pelting of yellow crayons and a chorus of "Xander Christ, Superstar". Flushed by our success, we reenacted most of the rest of the season too. L makes a disturbingly good Dawn.
46. The most drunk I've ever been was last year's now infamous "believing herself to be a vampire slayer" incident.
This was at university last year, and was an object lesson in why I shouldn't be allowed to watch television while drinking. (Just to clarify that it's legal to drink from 18 here, so this was perfectly dandy in the eyes of the law, if anyone's wondering). So... we're getting ready to go out, I'm watching Buffy and chugging away. It takes very little to make me drunk, and by the time we made it out I was very merry indeed (I seem to remember trying to swim down the road at one point).
It was around this time that I decided I was a vampire slayer.
Why couldn't I have been watching Ally McBeal? Believing myself to be a single female lawyer would have caused far less chaos, though knowing my luck I would have believed myself to be Lilah Morgan.
Anyway, I was keeping a close watch out for any vampires. That unfortunate guy from our halls of residence was nuzzling the neck of one of my friends could have met with a nasty accident if I'd had a pointy bit of wood to hand. The night passed off okay, despite any suspicious glances I might have thrown at people setting off my non-existant Slayer sense. We went back to someone's house - one of Mary's friends - and to keep me quiet while they sorted the other madly drunk people out, I was handed a newspaper that was lying around.
Bad mistake. It was The Sun (a tabloid) and the first headline I turned to was "VAMPIRE ATTACK IN KILKEEL". Which is where my friend Laurence is from. My instant reaction was "I must warn him immediately!" My second reaction was "he may be one of them!" Only Mary's intervention stopped me from storming the Christian halls at 4am to try and slay him.
I don't drink while watching the TV any more.
66. A corollary to the above: last year I dyed my hair black just so I could play Evil Willow in our two-man re-enactment/piss-take of Grave.
There are times when MSTing the episode isn't enough; when the potential for snark is so much that a dramatisation is called for. In this case it meant me with black clothes and hair, Laurence as "Xander, a humble carpenter who will save the world with love", some pelting of yellow crayons and a chorus of "Xander Christ, Superstar". Flushed by our success, we reenacted most of the rest of the season too. L makes a disturbingly good Dawn.