Groovy Tunes, Saturday
Saturday, October 29th, 2016 10:35 amSo... wedding attempt number Jono-actually-lost-count was on Monday. And that had been his idea. Not because of the wedding (which he wouldn't be holding his breath over even if he could), but entirely because of the Halloween party that was thinly disguised as a reception to follow.
At this rate, he figured if they were going to crash and burn, there had better be a party waiting in the aftermath. Preferably with booze, even if he wasn't going to be drinking it. And music. He and Hannibal had even made concessions with one another. Hannibal was allowed to do the cooking for this one (since their caterer had understandably said enough was enough) just so long as Jono was allowed to be the DJ at the party (since their DJ had basically gone the way of the caterer).
So, that was Jono's day. Going through the CDs for inspiration, throwing together a Halloween playlist, because, let's face it, by this point he'd more or less given up on the idea of an actual, successful wedding.
He was also contemplating what sort of stupid, reckless trouble he could get himself into tomorrow night, because to hell with it, he was going to need yet another bachelor party that was directly equivalent to just how much bullshit they'd been through already.
Totally a productive Saturday.
[OOC: Work week ended with threats from the boss, weekend started with literal trash fire in my building. OCD can go suck rocks.]
At this rate, he figured if they were going to crash and burn, there had better be a party waiting in the aftermath. Preferably with booze, even if he wasn't going to be drinking it. And music. He and Hannibal had even made concessions with one another. Hannibal was allowed to do the cooking for this one (since their caterer had understandably said enough was enough) just so long as Jono was allowed to be the DJ at the party (since their DJ had basically gone the way of the caterer).
So, that was Jono's day. Going through the CDs for inspiration, throwing together a Halloween playlist, because, let's face it, by this point he'd more or less given up on the idea of an actual, successful wedding.
He was also contemplating what sort of stupid, reckless trouble he could get himself into tomorrow night, because to hell with it, he was going to need yet another bachelor party that was directly equivalent to just how much bullshit they'd been through already.
Totally a productive Saturday.
[OOC: Work week ended with threats from the boss, weekend started with literal trash fire in my building. OCD can go suck rocks.]