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]

Yes. Uhm, hold on. I never remember my new phone number.

*pulls his SI phone out of his pocket, frowning at it as he unlocks the screen*

Maybe you could just put your number in here, and I can call you? I'm not exactly great with new technology, but I've grasped enough to tap on someone's name to phone them.

*laughs sheepishly and hands over the phone*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Perfect. Now I can call you when I get home.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Too busy?

*frowns a bit*

I... really am planning to call you. If you're worried about that.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Maybe you'd like to have dinner with me some night.

*blurts, then blushes*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

That's... I should probably be clear, because I tend to miss signals.

It would be a date, right?

*looks suddenly shy*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*silly grin, still blushing*

I would, too.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I'd say that, exactly. I'm... just a man. A soldier. And I don't really have a lot of experience with dating, either.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

...oh!

*blushes*

I didn't know... but I'm glad.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

I didn't think you were weird.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Is that a good thing?

*laughs softly, then shifts in his seat*

Would you maybe like to dance?

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*stands and holds out a hand to her*

Just go easy on me. I, ah... just learned to dance tonight, actually.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*smiles down at her as she gets to her feet*

A new friend, who I actually just met earlier tonight. She was surprised to learn that I couldn't dance... I guess it turned out to be perfect timing, didn't it.

-Steve