Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Crash, Crash, Crash...

I have been crashing for three days now. It seems I was not the only one--which was a relief--and sat commiserating about it with Miss Gustafson and Mr. Hax in their Eyre home's back garden. Joining us were Mr. Smashcan, Mr. Mesmer and Miss Paris. I would have posted a picture, but poor Mr. Hax was horribly ruthed. I took care of some things that I needed to do in-world and rode Flashy across Caledon from Mayfair to Tamrannoch--somewhere that I realized I do not spend a lot of time in at all.

Tired from my ride, I sat down at the rather quiet Anvil. I watched and listened to the tram going around, and was just enjoying the peaceful quiet there as the sun was setting. I decided to have some Bellambi Whisky. Given the days I've had recently dealing with all of this crashing nonsense, I'd say that I needed it! Slainte!

6 comments:

Diamanda Gustafson said...

Madame, if I knew you were at Tam, I would have pinged you to come and see my humble abode, not but two buildings far from the Anvil.

Next time! We had an awesome commiserating time anyway!

Eladrienne Laval said...

I shall definitely take you up on that offer!

Gryffin Hax Jr. said...

What? You could have mentioned it, you know. It would have been easy enough for me to have signed out and back in again.

Eladrienne Laval said...

I am speaking of Mr. Denver Hax--your neighbor sir. I would have laughed at first, but I certainly would have told you.

gryffin Hax Jr. said...

Why is it always about Denver?
DENVER, DENVER, DENVER!

;-)

Amber_Palowakski said...

Slainte!