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

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*chuckles*

I will be right back with that wine for you. Promise.

*heads over to the bar*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*returns a few minutes later with a glass of wine for her, and a soda for himself, handing her her glass*

Sorry that took so long, a bit of a line at the bar.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*grins*

How would you have scared me off?

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with enthusiasm. And your face is lovely.

*blushes too*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*looks at the glass in his hand*

Oh, I don't usually bother. Alcohol has no effect on me.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*follows her to the couch, waiting for her to sit before he carefully lowers his large frame into a seat*

Miss it? No, I... didn't really drink even before... well. Before.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

No, please, go ahead.

I'll... you can feel safe to do that. With me around, I mean. I wouldn't let anything happen to you.

*ducks his head, realizing he sounds terribly old-fashioned right now*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. Just me. Although some friends have shown up since then.

*looks at her for a moment*

May I ask you a strange question, Beth?

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

This will probably sound... a little self-centred. But...

How much do you know about me, anyway?

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Wow. *rubs a hand over his face* So, you even know who I used to be.

*reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, without thinking*

I'm... honoured, Beth. That you'd want to know that much about who I am.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*chuckles*

Well, to start with, there's a surprising amount of paperwork that follows the almost-destruction of Manhattan.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*laughs and shakes his head*

They don't let me out much. I do really like riding my motorcycle, though.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*beams*

That's what my bike is, too. Maybe you'd like to come for a ride, sometime.

-Steve