Wow... it's nearly the end of January. Yes. Again, wow.

As I've mentioned before, I'm going to Australia to shoot a movie, woo. We're leaving on the 28th, Seb and I, so I can settle in a little before shooting starts in March. Apparently they're having issues with my co-star... which I'm not particularly surprised about, given my reputation and the subject matter, but... it makes me sad. That the world has got to this sort of stage.

BUT. The point of this post was to invite you to the last Dazzler party you lot will see for a few months... 8pm, in the rec room, make sure you're wearing your dancing shoes. The party ain't going to stop til the break of day.

See you all then!

I don't usually do this.

Because, well. I'm shy, or something. I guess?

But, I've had these lyrics in my head for awhile now, and I'm actually really happy with them. I don't have any music for them yet, nothing will work at all, but. You can read them, because I'm in share mode.

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Look at me, all grown up.

Grown up? Well.

I'm married, anyway. For those of you who haven't caught up on the gossip.

I'd just like to apologise to everyone for what happened New Year's Eve.

Before you tell me that it's not my fault, I'd like to thank you for the sentiment, but please also take the apology on behalf of Mister Shaw, who is unfortunately unable to tender the apology himself at the moment. Because it most certainly is his fault.

And just to let you know - I'll be leaving at the end of January. I'll be starring in a movie, of all things, that is being shot in Australia. I'll be relocating there for the duration of the filming, but I'll come back and visit when time and budget allow.

I hope you all have a wonderful year this year, despite the disasterous way it started.

My father and grandmother arrive the day after tomorrow.

Holy shit, I'm getting married then.

[private] I can do this. Really. Really. I'm not terrified at all.

Who would have thought it? Little Ali Blaire from Long Island, marrying Sebastian Shaw. For all that he's spending most of his time with me, I know how powerful he is, I know the might of Shaw Industries, and yet...

When he's with me, he's just Seb, and we eat Chinese food out of the box and sprawl in front of old musicals, and he loves me and I love him, and that's all that matters.

I'm not going to think about the package, I'm not going to think about those figurines. Nothing is going to spoil my day. [/private]

From Ali:

To Seb: A CD of her singing, covers of songs that have a lot of meaning to them.
To Bobby: The first 6 Full Metal Panic DVDs, with the series box.
To Jubilee: A pair of earrings to match the necklace Seb gave them, several CDs, including Rock Steady, by No Doubt, Meteorea, by Linkin Park (the shiny special edition with the bonus DVD), and This is the Remix by Destiny's Child.
To Jean and Logan: Reservations for two at a spanky resturant in New York... They both get a date, time and place, and they know someone else will be there, but not who.
To John: A gift voucher for one of the bookstores in New York, it's one of those particularly literary bookstores.
To everyone else: A christmas stocking with all sorts of fancy goodies in, nice chocolates.

OH MY GOD LILA IS HERE ALREADY.

Yes. Anyway. Lila, who you must all be nice to and look after while I'm away, is an old friend of mine from New York, and will be singing at the wedding. Because. She rocks, like nobody's business.

So! Look after her, play nice, she doesn't bite, and I will see you all after Christmas!

JUBILATION LEE.

YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE SCHOOL QUICK SMART, OR I WILL FIND MYSELF A NEW MAID OF HONOUR! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET YOUR DRESS MADE IF YOU'RE NOT HERE FOR THE FITTINGS??

Jean, let me know when is a good time for you for a dress fitting, and I'll book us in.

I have the caterer organised, and I have a band. I'm talking to Father McInerney tomorrow, hopefully he will come up from Long Island to perform the ceremony for me.

The dresses are semi-organised... in that I have designs that are positively gorgeous and colours that will look gorgeous on Jubes and Jean and they're not made from taffeta either. Girls, you will die, really.

SEBASTIAN. YOU. You and whoever is in your side of the party needs to organise tuxes, stat, the dressmaker I talked to can organise that for you as well, let me know what you want to do.

I think that's all I have for the moment.

dakljdlakad Why in gods name did I agree to do this at New Years?

SEBASTIAN, YOU'RE ORGANISING THE HONEYMOON.

Head's up guys.

Wedding date - New Years Eve.

You're all invited.

Details to be forthcoming.

Amanda, or what ever your name is.

Shut. The Fuck. Up.

To begin with, what Sebastian does or who associates with is none of your business.

And secondly - you have no idea what has been happening here, so you have no right to make judgement calls about what we're worrying about.