Barricade Day, continued

June 6 went well, Châtelet are a bunch of poopyheads and moved our seats inconveniently, we still managed to be a giant block of fangirls laughing at inappropriate moments in the show, and afterwards ten of us somehow ended up at my flat and realized too late that the Metros were no longer running. So we hung around and fangirled until the Metros were running again, i.e. 5:30am. And some very silly and wonderful things resulted from that, let me tell you.

Surprisingly enough, Barricade Day festivities did not end with, well, Barricade Day, and my recollection of the past few days is actually quite fuzzy--I know they involved, in approximate order, the sewer museum, lucieandco staying at my flat for a couple nights, way too much wine, Père Lachaise, way too much booze, Carnavalet, and yet more wine and fangirling. Drunken topics of conversation have included Hungarian grammar, that weird Javert/Enjolras video of 'Die Schatten werden länger', the Postmodernism Generator, slashfic, ten million tales of everybody's Irish ancestors, Quatrevingt-Treize, bad fanfiction, Lucien de Rubempré, more slashfic, and some probably-extremely-profound discussions of Enjolras and the Romantic sublime whose details I have already forgotten because damn, we were sloshed. And we all managed to spoil the endings of our WIP fanfiction to each other.

And how do I manage to keep making LJ posts at 4am when I have somewhere to be in the morning? Fuck, I'm going to bed.

Barricade Day, continued

June 6 went well, Châtelet are a bunch of poopyheads and moved our seats inconveniently, we still managed to be a giant block of fangirls laughing at inappropriate moments in the show, and afterwards ten of us somehow ended up at my flat and realized too late that the Metros were no longer running. So we hung around and fangirled until the Metros were running again, i.e. 5:30am. And some very silly and wonderful things resulted from that, let me tell you.

Surprisingly enough, Barricade Day festivities did not end with, well, Barricade Day, and my recollection of the past few days is actually quite fuzzy--I know they involved, in approximate order, the sewer museum, lucieandco staying at my flat for a couple nights, way too much wine, Père Lachaise, way too much booze, Carnavalet, and yet more wine and fangirling. Drunken topics of conversation have included Hungarian grammar, that weird Javert/Enjolras video of 'Die Schatten werden länger', the Postmodernism Generator, slashfic, ten million tales of everybody's Irish ancestors, Quatrevingt-Treize, bad fanfiction, Lucien de Rubempré, more slashfic, and some probably-extremely-profound discussions of Enjolras and the Romantic sublime whose details I have already forgotten because damn, we were sloshed. And we all managed to spoil the endings of our WIP fanfiction to each other.

And how do I manage to keep making LJ posts at 4am when I have somewhere to be in the morning? Fuck, I'm going to bed.

Facepalm x1000

Everyone has left Paris now, alas. I don't know if we'll ever get that many of us in one place again. Post pictures on the barricadeday comm if you have 'em!

While waiting to meet coloneldespard for goodbyes, I had another attack of "oh god I am wasting all my time doing nothing whatsoever, I am a worthless lazy h0r," which was pretty easily identifiable as irrational bullshit since I just spent a week running a Les Mis fandom mini-convention, but is still nasty and draining. I was hoping to stave it off by tracking my Barricade Day audios or updating my website or something, but as it turns out, both of these would be rather difficult. Because I managed to pack my recorder's USB cable in the luggage I left with my host family, and because I don't think I transferred the Digne and Montreuil-sur-Mer photos off my little computer, which is also packed in that luggage. I will look on my flash drive but I do not have high hopes.

So I am left with the options of "read the shiny books I picked up in the Carnavalet bookstore," "work on the non-tourguide sections of the site," or "down another glass of wine and attempt to write Enjolras/Combeferre porn." Or be useless and spend all evening refreshing forums and flist and email, but that will just leave me feeling even more blue-deviled.

Facepalm x1000

Everyone has left Paris now, alas. I don't know if we'll ever get that many of us in one place again. Post pictures on the barricadeday comm if you have 'em!

While waiting to meet coloneldespard for goodbyes, I had another attack of "oh god I am wasting all my time doing nothing whatsoever, I am a worthless lazy h0r," which was pretty easily identifiable as irrational bullshit since I just spent a week running a Les Mis fandom mini-convention, but is still nasty and draining. I was hoping to stave it off by tracking my Barricade Day audios or updating my website or something, but as it turns out, both of these would be rather difficult. Because I managed to pack my recorder's USB cable in the luggage I left with my host family, and because I don't think I transferred the Digne and Montreuil-sur-Mer photos off my little computer, which is also packed in that luggage. I will look on my flash drive but I do not have high hopes.

So I am left with the options of "read the shiny books I picked up in the Carnavalet bookstore," "work on the non-tourguide sections of the site," or "down another glass of wine and attempt to write Enjolras/Combeferre porn." Or be useless and spend all evening refreshing forums and flist and email, but that will just leave me feeling even more blue-deviled.