The absolutely best part of last night was discovering that John wearing round glasses (Alaina came as John Lennon but ditched the glasses quickly, so they were up for grabs) looks JUST LIKE a younger Rupert Giles. JUST LIKE. I was hyperventilating with joy and had to put my head on my knees. The worst parts were my decision to let someone put the disgusting Scottish energy drink Irn-Bru in my wine (to turn it into "Scottish wine"), and that I lost my feather fan at some point. And in between those extremes it was quite good.
It was also nice to come home to new photos of the puppy, which is still about the size of two apples but is starting to develop real ears and a proper little nose. It's interesting to see something gain mass so quickly. My dad says he thinks it's "still quite cute" in a manner that suggests this is highly controversial.
Now within the next five hours I need to do some work and bestir myself to go out again. Oh the social whirl.
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