The Lounge's Summer Pool Party!!

[Essie1]

I know!

It's getting so hard to move around here with the imaginary bears and duck and bartender and fountain and pool and jacuzzi and beach and wave machine and cakes and deck/dancefloor and jetty....

We'll just have to grit out teeth and carry on somehow

 

[prettyserpentine]

See, I don't know why, but the bartender and inanimate objects doesn't bother me, it's just the animals. I guess it's because the other things serve a purpose. I dunno. Maybe it's just me.

 

[Essie1]

Shrugs

They do serve a purpose - they make me happy. They make other people smile, adds a touch of whimsy.

Fair enough, not for everyone but like a lot of things in this here place, different strokes for different folks (so to speak...). Everyone is free to be themselves, enjoy what they like and respect that others may not share the same interests.

It's all good

Ted and Bubbles still love you

 

[prettyserpentine]

Exactly.

I like stroking. Although not from ducks and teddies. Not that kinda weirdness

I guess I'm just not as whimsical as I might have thought.

Grrrrr. Damn YouTube ads!!!

 

[Britwitch]

strolls in, sunglasses on but still smiling, gives a post-birthday kiss to Monroe's cheek - who has a chilled orange and mango juice ready for her - and then settles on a lounger by the pool

Bliss.

 

[prettyserpentine]

runs out on the deck and jumps into the water with a loud splash!

Off work until Thursday! Woo hooooooo!

 

[Britwitch]

Woo hoo indeed!

grins and waves at the splashing pretty

 

[prettyserpentine]

It's been nine years. But for some reason, tonight, I am craving a cigarette.

tries to avert thoughts

 

[Britwitch]

looks over from where she had dozed off for a little while

Cravings are funny, sneaky little things. But I have faith in you.

nods and smiles

You can fend off those thoughts.

 

[prettyserpentine]

I know. I'm already sating some of the craving by eating chocolate. I think I'm just bored, to be honest. Haven't seen my Mister in three days and I'm going into withdrawal Plus the fact that I'm off the next three days means I'm kind of lost for things to do...

I mean, I might have to go shoe shopping... Or handbag shopping...

looks up in mock desperation

What am I gonna do, Brit?! I'm running out of room!

 

[Britwitch]

Erm...

think think thinks, in the style of Mr Pooh Esq

Ooh! Buy things to put inside the handbags!

offers brightly

But I do know how times like this feel, you have my sincere sympathies for it. But I also know they pass and then the time together is even more wonderful for the time apart.

smiles softly

 

[prettyserpentine]

I know. I shouldn't feel bad. It's only another two months and three weeks until we're together again. It's just sooooo much harder now! I can't believe I used to say I missed him before we even met, I had no idea what really missing him was until he went back to the States. It sucks and it's hard and time just needs to go faster.

flops into a chair, Monroe bringing over a conveniently timed hot cocoa with marshmallows and chocolate shavings

 

[Britwitch]

gets up, knowing she should head to bed, but pauses at Pretty's chair of choice to offer a hug

It's not fair, time will drag between now and then, and fly when you are together. But, just think, every day that passes is another day closer to you being together and that's the part you need to focus on.

And missing him, while horrible, shows you just how much he means to you. It helps put things into perspective almost, that how much it hurts now is nothing to that rush you feel when you're together again. Reminds you what you're waiting for.

smiles

My bed calls but will hope the chocolate helps and that you get some time together soon. Very soon.

 

[DesEsseintes]

That's very true, Brit. What you have a is a good clean hurt, Ms. Serpentine. The worst kind of hurt is when you don't feel that, and you know you should, or you once did, or that you promised you'd never stop feeling it.

Nothing hurts like the betrayal of a former, better self. You are being true to yourself and to him, and that is the best kind of pain.

 

[Britwitch]

As always, you put things perfectly.

winks at him

And I shall endeavour to send you new things to read tomorrow, whenever you get the chance of course.

With that, I shall take my leave. Goodnight all, time for this witch to rest her weary head.

 

[DesEsseintes]

Flights of angels, Brit. And I shall look forward to the latest emissaries from your stable of weary pigeons. There may even be a return flight.

 

[StarryEyed665]

Brit and Des speak the truth. Sorry you're feeling this way. Wraps arms around her, and offers her a piece of oreo chocolate cake that was made yesterday.

Ooh London. Haven't been there in too long, I'd love to get a few days there again. I want to try and visit a few more UK places again before I make The Big Move in the not-so-distant future.

Also, it seems to me there are two things I need to geek about right now. Calcifer? As in, the Howl's Moving Castle Calcifer? That's like, in my top three animated movies dude. Studio Ghibli is just ... words don't do their abilities justice. I have the book too, by Diana Wynne Jones.

And John Green? Starry... Are you a Nerdfighter?

bites lip hopefully

Because that's awesome, if you are. So awesome I might be able to condone the addition of another imaginary teddy bear to join the other imaginary teddy bear and imaginary duck and not get annoyed by tall the imaginary creatures I could trip over now...

yesYESYES. Yaaay! I agree, love Studio Ghibli, and Miyazaki is a genius. Love the book! It was Jones' birthday yesterday as well, as Google so kindly reminded me. The doodle made me so happy.

and and and

http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/245/c/1/c12885b7c5ddd8bf39905264414efe74-d2xvepr.png

DFTBA!

 

[prettyserpentine]

Goddamn I love you people.

 

[Essie1]

Pulling the lounger so it faces the sunset, trying to enjoy the last vestiges of warmth before the storm hi..... damn, too late

 

[DesEsseintes]

<Finds he has brought a parasol rather than an umbrella, which is pretty but ill-equipped to deal with the Biblical rain sheeting down on the pool area. Dashes under the terrace for a proper muffin with Gentleman's Relish, a pot of Lapsang, and a proper read of that LRB which I've been meaning to devour for weeks now. Within minutes, is steaming gently but contentedly in the fug.>

 

[Essie1]

After nearly a week of being asleep on lounger in the rain, sneezing violently, staggers onto terrace and collapses onto day bed

A large bu-bu-bucket of h-hot toddy, please, Mon... ACHOO... roe

Hello, Des, lovely to see you.

 

[DesEsseintes]

You too, Essie. Though that cold doesn't sound too clever. May I fetch you a cashmere blanket? Or shall I simply stoke up the firebowl?

 

[Essie1]

A blanket would be lovely, thank you, Des. Awfully kind of you.

How is everything with you? I must admit ignorance as to what an LRB is. Where I'm from, that is more known as the abbreviation of Little River Band and catchy as some of their tunes are, I doubt their lyrics would be enough for a devouring. Aperetif, perhaps...

 

[DesEsseintes]

Oh - the London Review of Books. A wonderful, erudite magazine, unlike so many nowadays, which treats its readers as if they were intelligent.

 

[StarryEyed665]

Strolls in confidently, flaunting off her brand new silk dressing gown, before waving at the others.

Ess, Des, yo!