Parties missed and attended
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smokingbootI was thoroughly double-booked this weekend; so I missed the Summer Party I always attend in favour of someone's 40th. Blimey, what a dud.
It wasn't the birthday boy's fault, he found himself a reasonable and very easy to find venue in Piccadilly (The Jewel - photogenic and little more) there was free bubbly and cocktails to begin with, and lots of food...but people got drunk, as is bound to happen in a place full of strangers trying to be pleasant to each other with nothing to aid conversation but alcohol and vague connections to the host. Not only drunk but drunk on strange nasty cocktails, of which the most memorable was a Mai Tai made with cherry and amaretto liquor. Horrible. Next morning was interesting. My head forgave me long before my stomach did; we skyped with Oz at 10 - looks like the plan may include Barossa, the Blue Mountains, and Napa valley - the week's shopping turned up at the same time, and then our mates turned up for Sunday roast. I ended the day watching the Folk Music episode of Midsomer Murders, and ruminating on a return to Thomas Hardy's Far From The Madding Crowd. See what a rough weekend can do?
It wasn't the birthday boy's fault, he found himself a reasonable and very easy to find venue in Piccadilly (The Jewel - photogenic and little more) there was free bubbly and cocktails to begin with, and lots of food...but people got drunk, as is bound to happen in a place full of strangers trying to be pleasant to each other with nothing to aid conversation but alcohol and vague connections to the host. Not only drunk but drunk on strange nasty cocktails, of which the most memorable was a Mai Tai made with cherry and amaretto liquor. Horrible. Next morning was interesting. My head forgave me long before my stomach did; we skyped with Oz at 10 - looks like the plan may include Barossa, the Blue Mountains, and Napa valley - the week's shopping turned up at the same time, and then our mates turned up for Sunday roast. I ended the day watching the Folk Music episode of Midsomer Murders, and ruminating on a return to Thomas Hardy's Far From The Madding Crowd. See what a rough weekend can do?
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