Four decks made, a Sunday supine

[gement]

The party went just lovely, though it would have been better had I thought to order another 2000 Magic cards on E-Bay in advance. C'est la vie. I had lovely company, a nice crowd of about 10 people in the early evening, tasty snacks, and a wonderfully supportive gang of sticker stickers.

Everyone went home by 9, and I collapsed into bed with a shot voice and aching sinuses. Then I woke up Sunday and felt hung over. Dreadfully hung over. On a moderately quiet teetotaler social evening. I lay on the couch all day. I couldn't focus enough to even watch lectures on the computer. That part wasn't so good.

On the bright side, I am now firmly on the upswing and do not expect a relapse. And I read Gaudy Night, which is the best romance novel which incidentally contains a mystery EVER.

Comments

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

I got kidnapped by a brown monster in my driveway. Sadness. I eagerly await the next ferret party, though.

[gement.livejournal.com]

Memo to myself (very mild spoiler), since I spent a while digging for this answer:

"Placetne, Magistra?" is, precisely as I suspected, a formality of Oxford graduation ceremonies! (Actually I'd guessed the conclusion of oral exams, but close enough.) More or less: "Was it good enough to pass, Madam?"

It took some remarkable digging to find it this morning, which I eventually did on page 125 of someone's Googleable thesis. Then this evening when I went to retrace I couldn't find that link, but this one's even more straightforward. (Much more explicit spoiler.) http://www.cluelass.com/Guide/FAQTrivia.lasso

[ladyallyn.livejournal.com]

*pounce*

Checking in on the pretty girl :>