We ended up down two on the original six, but ate pretty much everything, drank most things, and made enough derisive noise for ten people.
With a short run-up and the correct t-shirt I am almost ready for Pride and then the Gaying is over for another year, I think.
[Also,
wolfy_writes has been confirmed a real human person with flesh, a sense of humour, and a Sensible, Non-British approach to drinking. In fact I think Susanne and I were the sole arbiters of the "I know I have one drink in my hand but I could stand to have another one" approach which is probably why we have spent so many years not leaving places at the intended time and why I have spent more evenings than is demure lying on her sofa.
And now I don't have a hangover because water and food are things. Winning!