Hazel

( Left for Marijuana )

( locked; viewable by Morphine )

All right, since we’re getting into the home stretch for the wedding, I thought I’d do a quick and dirty run down of what’s going to happen. This’ll be the last one, promise!

So, to start with, Marijuana arranged for accommodations for all the guests since the wedding takes place in New Hampshire and transportation to the actual venue. All guests will arrive by limo—who rode with who is totally up to you guys. Once everyone gets to Bedrock Gardens (on High Street, no, really) they’ll be funneled through a security checkpoint set up to prevent wedding crashers. Sorry! As amusing as it’d be, the drug gods are serious about keeping it invite only. Anyone bringing a guest, please make sure you added their name to the post, otherwise they’ll be turned away at the door.

Past the checkpoint all media devices will stop working—no cameras, no phones, nada, all courtesy of the Media, herself. The only exceptions are the ones in the hands of the professional photographers/recorders. So guests are able (and encouraged) to party like it’s, well, a Drug God wedding without any fears of blackmail occurring later on.

The ceremony itself will be posted as the thread start, the first comment will be for the reception line. That’ll be the place where all the guests can comment and congratulate the happy couple—or offer their condolences, depending on how they feel. Seana and I will try to reply to as many as we can, but there’s only two of us and a limited about of free time, so if you definitely want a response from one or both of the Drugs, write something in the subject line to let us know. On the flipside, if you don’t much care for a ‘thank you for the well wishes’ feel free to put that in the subject line too. XD The couple will also be socializing, together and separately, during the wedding so if you’d like a thread with one of them, just let us know! (Morphine? Expect a bit of twin-clingage, definitely.) There isn’t a seating chart—are you insane? our brains are bursting at it is—so feel free to decide on tablemates on your own, if you’re setting threads during the dinner portion. We’ll have things sectioned off as best we can (think of MJ’s birthday party or E’s homecoming for how this all going to work) but everyone should feel free, as always, to toss up their own comment and get a thread going at the wedding.

Okay, think I’ve probably bored everyone enough with my rambles, so I’ll look forward to seeing you there!

( Waiting for Marijuana in the greenhouse. )

[ooc note! to everyone who is/was attending Heroin's bachelor party, the thread will be up tomorrow, if you're still interested. For all intents and purposes, they had an afternoon at the day spa -- massages all around, and then possibly laying out by the pool and drinking (looking at you Blues) or facials, mud baths, etc. Afterwards, dinner and a show at the Kingston Mines (thank you for the link, Jill!) which is where the thread is set. If anyone wants to/needs to refer to it... figured I'm late, but better late than never. And I'll catch all of you at the wedding!]

( Left on their bed for Marijuana )

It almost feels like winding down in the studio- or perhaps, it's wishful thinking. And now my bachelor party is next week, how bad would it be if I just slept? I think that would be really, really nice right now.

( Blues, CeCe, Laudanum, Morphine )

Planning a bachelor party for a drug god should not be as hard as it was. Boss? I expect you to remember all this around Christmas bonus time, mkay? And for the love of whatever, buy some better coffee. I swear this is starting to taste like decaf.

Now oh God, I wish I could explain that myself,
'Cause I know that it's my fault, too.
It's so easy to hurt you, darling,
It's so hard, it's hard not to do.

( Kokain; viewable to Marihuana )

there's so many goodbyes to make; I've never learned how to say them.

( High, in their rooftop garden, waiting for Marijuana  )

( Delivered to Phaedra. )

( Saturday gift delivery to Marijuana. )

( Delivered to Morphine. )

( Delivered to Marijuana )

( Locked to Opiates; viewable to Marijuana. )

( Locked to Drug Gods; GHB excluded )

can you see the end?
choke on me, my friend
must to drown these thoughts
Purity Over Rot

Been a long damn day.

We managed to finish the drums yesterday, even though it was a short day; I count that as a rather large success. Today was guitars and more vocals; Tom’s voice is stronger—we were worried about him getting sick earlier on, but he sounds just like his old self. Even with the flying back and forth for a few concert dates they’d had scheduled. Anyway, I thought it might be nice to show the deeply, desperately difficult work of making a record and I taped a bit of today. Truly, it’s a monumental task but someone has to do it.

( Cut for Video )

( Left for Marijuana on the living room table )

( Left for Marijuana on their bed )

( Delivered to Tommy )

( Left for Dave on the counter at the start of his shift. )

( Laudanum. )

( private. )

( Glibt. )

As a general rule of thumb, nursing a headache while starting to lay down the drums... not the brightest idea. Ran into some trouble with the bassline as well, but it's still early and I think I've got an idea to sort it out tomorrow.

It really was a perfect day yesterday; played hooky from work and wedding planning and just spent it in bed with Mari. I’ve missed whipped cream on waffles and Mari, god, the perfect topping on Mari—ended up dropping off the sheets at the laundry on my way to the studio today, they got rather sticky. That, um, that was great too. More than great. Well worth the trip to have them dry cleaned. And… oh! Played with Stoney, for a while. I think he’s developed a taste for Mari’s fingers, not that I blame him, they are rather—and the poetry was nice. There really isn’t a better way to read aloud than wrapped up in your fiancé’s—the love of your life’s—arms. Everything but the words and the meaning stops mattering. And that’s a thing I haven’t remembered in too long. Listening to “Perfect Day” again, it’s yesterday and that’s the first time I remembered the meaning in those words in thirty years.

Today went well in the studio- I think things are really beginning to click overall. Tom's brilliant in the booth and the way things are starting to look... well, no jinxing things, but I am getting very excited about this CD. And I just got a call from Kiedis asking about studio time this Fall. Maybe I got lucky, two perfect days in a row.

( Sato & Marijuana )

Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.

Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.

...might just have that song stuck in my head now, though. Oh well, there's worse things to have as an earworm.

Slipped in with Friday morning’s mail were bright, silver envelopes with names and addresses embossed in a deep, forest green delivered to: ( Alcohol, Blues, Classic Rock, Coffee, Codiene, CeCe, College, Comic Books, Coke, Mark, Fetish, GHB, Grunge, Guns, Hippie, Inhalants, Jazz, Ketamine, Laudanum, LGBTQ Culture, LSD, Media, Speed, Morphine, MySpace, Opium, Paparazzi, Peyote, Rehab, Rohypnol, Salvia, Shrooms, Twitter, Video Games, Death, Osiris, Adonis, Erebos, Zeus & Hera, Lethe, Sato, Raven & Rave, Jord, Dave Henderson, Cam Harper, Wes Burton, Matt Reilly, Mischa and Allegra Lenkit, Kris Bristol, Maria Trent, Faith Anders )

[ooc: If your character is planning on attending, please comment and RSVP to this post so we can keep track of who will actually be there. Thanks guys!]

[ooc edit!: If your character is attending with a date not on the guest list, please add their name to the RSVP as soon as you know. Thanks again!]

October 24—its official, we’ve set the date. And Marijuana has already taken care of the transportation and hotel in New Hampshire; I can’t believe how amazing he’s been with the planning and, well, everything. He found the photographer, too; we still need to settle on an invitation before we can send them out. But it's happening, everything is happening and we're getting married.

The last time I had to sort between this many colour swatches, it was Maria's sixteenth birthday. At least there's less pink this time around.

( Mari. )

( Blues. )

( Laudanum )

It feels like a change is building, the reports, the Family, everyhing- it's like an ache building in my spine. I don't want to go. Getting back into the rhthym of recording... it's difficult. Keep getting distracted at odd times. But I think it's going well, all in all. Feels good to be back at work, though. I just- guess I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything, actually, must be one of those days.

( Mari. )

( private. )

Hey, Mari? I was checking my email and Antony sent me this link; it made me think of you and, well, you've probably already seen it, but here it is anyway:

( Cut for Star Wars video )

All silliness aside, as Mari already announced, he proposed on Monday it was the best day of my entire existance and obviously, I said yes. So, um, to everyone who has already offered their congratulations, thank you. Oh! And Sato-san, the dinner at Masque was truly beautiful. Even if it is a blur.

Monday, I go back into the studio to work instead of just... play, I suppose. It's going to be strange, after being away for so long. I used to hate the summer slump, when most of the bands I work with are performing in the summer festivals, but this year it seemed to go by a little too fast. And I know that once all of them come to an end, I'll be back in the studio nearly full time.

( private )

( Dave; viewable to Marijuana )

( Dylan )

I hate this. And it’s not about me; it’s about them and that I can’t do anything for them. Things just feel so—disjointed.

( private; viewable to Marijuana. )

( to Opium; viewable to Marijuana. )

The fireworks last night were beautiful, and the view from the roof of the Highway was absolutely amazing. And I'm making progress on getting back to the labels; it's going to be busy at the studio soon.