Happy Holidays from the Sawyer-Collins-Clemmons household!

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Hello everyone. I'm Dr. David Sawyer and this is my fiance, Bryan Collins, who would probably kill me if I didn't mention his television show, "Sing," which you should all definitely watch. It airs... sometime. On a channel. I should know those things.



Contrary to what the picture above suggests, we live in sunny Los Angeles, and you are ALL invited to our house for a Holiday party! Bryan has everything set up - the food is catered, the drinks are free, and everyone is welcome.

There are just a few house rules.

1. Be careful of the turkeys in the backyard. They do bite.

2. This is the bed I share with my fiance:



Please DO NOT have sex in or on or NEAR it. There's a guest house with multiple guest rooms for that.

(If you're interested in seeing more of the house, here are some pictures.)

And that's all there is to it. If you have any questions, Shania or I will be happy to answer them. If you're interested in seeing more of Los Angeles and less of our party (or if you're one of those people who isn't comfortable going to a party being hosted by strangers), there will be a thread for Shania to give you touristy advice.

This party will run for the entire span of the week, though it's all really in one night. We might post some activities day to day for people who enjoy a bit of direction, but this is mostly a place for everyone to come together and mingle. Get to know people you've never met, enjoy your friends and family. Eat, drink, and be merry... and please don't trash my house!




PARTY'S OVER!

Linger a bit if you like, but the festivities are done.

David and Shania are: cleaning up the mess. Party's over, folks.

Comments

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

The fact that he didn't figure out he was madly in love with my brother until it was too late doesn't help matters any.

Hopefully, Miss Hooper will prevent him from making a drunken fool of himself.

*eyes Molly, trying to figure out what she's hiding*

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*notices him eying Molly*

You feel it too. Something's off about her.

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

I just can't tell what. I'm afraid my deduction skills aren't quite on par with my brother's. If he were still here, he'd be calling the both of us idiots for not having figured it out yet.

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

He knows I'm an idiot, but he'd expect better from you.

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

You're not an idiot, Gregory.

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I'm still not sure why you think so, Mycroft.

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

I know you're not. An idiot never would have let Sherlock run around crime scenes for all those years. *bitterly* Donovan and Anderson are the idiots. Played right into Moriarty's little plan.

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*sigh* Well, they're... narrow. They never understood why I'd want his help.

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

We can talk about something else. I know this isn't a pleasant topic of conversation for you.

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Because I'm sure you're enjoying this topic of conversation.

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately talking about things I'd rather not goes along with my job description. And it is my big mouth that started it all.

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*raises an eyebrow* I quite like your big mouth.

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

We're in a room full of people, Gregory.

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*nods, stepping back a bit*

I forget that I'm supposed to care about that sometimes.

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Forgive me, Gregory. Sherlock always did like telling me I was too uptight.

Perhaps we can step outside for a bit. Doctor Watson is glaring at me and it has me feeling a bit, well, unsettled.

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Good idea. Perhaps the good Doctor will be better after he's had more to drink?

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

I don't know that I'd say better, but at least less likely to want to punch me. He's not usually an angry drunk.

I'd still rather face the angry turkeys.

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*peers out the window* Why do you suppose they have turkeys in the backyard?

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Hopefully they're not raising them just to eat them. That would be quite distressing for the children. *said as though speaking from personal experience*

~Mycroft

((Totally happened to my mom. She got a chick for Easter one year and when Peep Peep was all grown up, Peep Peep ended up on the dinner table. My mom refused to eat dinner that night for obvious reasons.))

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

They don't seem cruel.

- Lestrade

((That's awful!))

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Mummy didn't think she was being cruel either. I'd never seen Sherlock throw such a tantrum.

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

That's horrible, and it's really difficult not to laugh about it. *half-smiles*

Outside?

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

He was 5 and Mummy was hoping to cure him of his picky eating. She only made it worse.

Outside, yes. If the turkeys get to close, I am armed. *gestures to his umbrella*

~Mycroft

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*sort of wishes he had his gun*

*steps outside, pleased when the turkeys just walk away from him*

They don't seem interested in us anyway.

- Lestrade

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness for small favors. We should keep our distance though, to be safe.

~Mycroft