space-time...continuum... goes snap!
Friday brought the definition of too many chiefs to a new level. Fortunately, the leaving-do for a temp in the neighbouring office involved a couple of jugs of Pimms between us, catching up with a couple of old faces and then heading off before it got too much like shop talk. A shame, I liked that temp, she had a no-nonsense approach to dealing with some of our more gobby consultants, goes to festivals and admits to drunken dancing. Sic gloria transit mundi. And no, her name wasn't Gloria either.
Then the BBQ at A's. I was quickly nominated as chef and had a couple of female hecklers worrying about having stomach trouble because men don't cook, right? Silly rabbits. Barbecue isn't cooking as such, it has more in common with high ritual.
Also I'm paranoid about cooking chicken having got it wrong before.
Several neighbours brought me partially cooked meat and veggie goodies as well as beer (Rule Number 3 - Keep chef boozy) The provider of the BBQs was taking care of business with the veggie stuff and chatting nicely to our cocktail genius who later went upstairs and brewed up jugs of the kind of thing which could destroy livers while tasting of fruit or ice-cream. Home brewed black cherry wine appeared and was consumed. The genial host & hostess did their thing. I did mine.
I was called Chef a number of times. Damn. Guitars were brought out and there was much drunken singing, nearly all of it on-key which surprised the musicians, myself and quite a few of the people listening. Lightsabers were flourished and again I remembered reflexes thought submerged - the guy who owned them studied kendo and fencing and nodded approvingly at those who took a few turns except for poor old P. who made the mistake of trying to talk his opponent to death.
There were more cocktails, the occasional surreal conversation about web hosting - fortunately there were no computer problems. Exuent yours truly at 2.30am to limited sleep in the wake of a truly magnificent BBQ/party. Taxi arrives 30 seconds after I walk out of the courtyard.
Saturday & Sunday disappear in a haze of sleep deprivation, Identity Crisis (nice twists & characterisation), some very tasty chocolate crumbly biscuits from
elrohana) much roleplaying goodness including major undead bashing and a fight resembling a Jackie Chan scene complete with collapsing wooden stairs.
Much achieved and while I could have turned good this weekend, I decided to stay true though I am starting to be typecast as a combination of Judge Dredd, Harry Potter and Commander Sam Vimes. But enough about my character already...
Is that the sound of Monday fast approaching? No wait, it's here already.
I will go to the gym. I will reschedule the fitness planning session after they rescheduled it for me without actually telling me - my brain and my gut instinct are in accord on this. However, there is stuff to do. Starting now..
Then the BBQ at A's. I was quickly nominated as chef and had a couple of female hecklers worrying about having stomach trouble because men don't cook, right? Silly rabbits. Barbecue isn't cooking as such, it has more in common with high ritual.
Also I'm paranoid about cooking chicken having got it wrong before.
Several neighbours brought me partially cooked meat and veggie goodies as well as beer (Rule Number 3 - Keep chef boozy) The provider of the BBQs was taking care of business with the veggie stuff and chatting nicely to our cocktail genius who later went upstairs and brewed up jugs of the kind of thing which could destroy livers while tasting of fruit or ice-cream. Home brewed black cherry wine appeared and was consumed. The genial host & hostess did their thing. I did mine.
I was called Chef a number of times. Damn. Guitars were brought out and there was much drunken singing, nearly all of it on-key which surprised the musicians, myself and quite a few of the people listening. Lightsabers were flourished and again I remembered reflexes thought submerged - the guy who owned them studied kendo and fencing and nodded approvingly at those who took a few turns except for poor old P. who made the mistake of trying to talk his opponent to death.
There were more cocktails, the occasional surreal conversation about web hosting - fortunately there were no computer problems. Exuent yours truly at 2.30am to limited sleep in the wake of a truly magnificent BBQ/party. Taxi arrives 30 seconds after I walk out of the courtyard.
Saturday & Sunday disappear in a haze of sleep deprivation, Identity Crisis (nice twists & characterisation), some very tasty chocolate crumbly biscuits from
elrohana) much roleplaying goodness including major undead bashing and a fight resembling a Jackie Chan scene complete with collapsing wooden stairs.
Much achieved and while I could have turned good this weekend, I decided to stay true though I am starting to be typecast as a combination of Judge Dredd, Harry Potter and Commander Sam Vimes. But enough about my character already...
Is that the sound of Monday fast approaching? No wait, it's here already.
I will go to the gym. I will reschedule the fitness planning session after they rescheduled it for me without actually telling me - my brain and my gut instinct are in accord on this. However, there is stuff to do. Starting now..