24 March 2006

return of chat and hangovers

Hello.

I've not been posting very often, I know. I just haven't had much to say. You can only talk about leftovers for lunch so often. Bolognese today, as it happens. No spag though, just some nice, toasted, crusty bread. And lots of bolognese. And some innocent smoothie to wash it down and get some fruity goodness in the system.

So. Last night. It kind of crept up on me, like a Japanese Giant Salamander creeps upon a fish in high mountain rivers. Yes, I've been watching Planet Earth. I suggest you do too. It's brain candy. Like a box of assorted chocolates that doesn't have any of the rubbish flavours that you hate to get. And with everyone you eat, you get smarter. Now that's assorted chocolate. But it's not, on reflection, anything to do with last night.

Last night was assorted chocolate for the soul. Though perhaps beer festival for the soul would be more apt. The locale was The Dove, the participants were Marcus, Ru and Clair. Marcus was late but made up for it by getting very drunk. Fuller's Anniversary Ale played a crucial role insuring that Marcus was not the only one to get very drunk. That, and Clair's "small" glasses of wine and "small" vodka and tonics. Then, in one of the world's great injustices, the pub shut.

Lesser men (and women) would have been defeated, dejected and felt better this morning. But not us. This was an auspicious occasion, throwing caution and schedules to the wind - we were students again and no closing bar could defeat us. Displace us perhaps, but not defeat us. So we had a Belfry Party. That's right - we grabbed some wine and rocked out until the wee hours, dancing on beds, swigging rioja and boogying something chronic. There was sillyness, such as Marcus's insistence on emailing his boss to inform her of how wrecked he was, and the farce of arranging for morning medication. I'll save the rest of that for later.

Belfry Party!

So today's been a bit slow to the start. And I think I ate too much leftover bolognese. In fact, I'm pretty sure of it. And I think I'm meant to have an important meeting today. But the person hasn't called yet. For that I am grateful.





2 comments:

Rendall said...

God help my gene pool....

Richard said...

Indeed sir, indeed. He's in Bhutan now, you know. I reckon he finds a bride out there.