It was pre-Camp, and a bunch of us (I'm not sure who, although
nopseud was definitely there) were collected at someone's mum's house. Trying to behave, but making a bit of a mess. The mum in question had a letter-holder in transparent/opalescent plastic, and the dividers moved occasionally, much to my astonishment (and to hers, first time she saw it). There was a bundle of knitting needles I was trying to sort, only to realise they were tied into pairs.
We were watching a video with Lance in. Lance was naked. He dusted his delicacies with talcum powder from a large ball. Speaking of balls, when viewed from behind he didn't have the usual equipment but what appeared to be a cow's udder with four nipples, which drooped as far as his knees. For some reason we stopped watching this video. Then someone started singing karaoke—it was meant to be one of the boys, can't remember which one, but the intended singer wasn't there and Kevin, in a Hawaiian shirt, stepped in and sang Don't Cry for Me, Argentina. I sang along, and he handed the microphone to me. I tried to give it to Brian, but he didn't know the words until we got to the chorus.
Okay, then.
In other news, Dreamwidth has acquired around 150,000 new accounts since 21st December 2011. I'm not surprised. I am impressed the site is holding up so well!