LeeJay, mudpuppie, loquacious and his girlfriend come over to my place. We talk and play dj for each other [this is the scary part] while chatting on #metacha. After several attempts to disengage from IRC, we decide to go and get takeout, then come back to watch movies.

As we leave, it becomes apparent that I'm in some kind of dorm. The front desk person is Samuel L Jackson and he informs me that we can leave, but my friends can't come back because that will violate curfew. I get confused and he explains that I'm staying in a detention facility because my hotel was overbooked.

We try to bargain with him to let us all come back, but he won't budge. loquacious offers him a bunny and mudpuppie tells him her chickens squat in her presence. But he does not budge. Meanwhile, all of our portables are chirping because of the #metacha activity and I'm getting nervous that Mr. Jackson will lose his patience with us.

I usher us outside and we discuss our options. Finally, LeeJay decides to take us home and feed us chocolate chip cookies and wine for dinner.

The end.

I'd prefer to be the chocolate-chip-and-wine girl than the chickens-squat-in-her-presence girl....

[know that was grammatically incorrect *now*]

Heh. You know you're spending too much time in #metachat when...

Don't think I don't know it, but it seems I have this Meta-crush on the whole lot of you guys.

What's a poor gal to do?