Weekend
I had drinks with work people on Friday lunchtime, followed by a curry in Covent Garden in the evening, with Lande and my parents*. We discussed laser surgery in a bit more detail, and my mother’s given me some blurb about it, which I need to sit down and have a proper read through.
On Saturday night, it was the ‘main bash’ at Vagabonds. Great times! I decided not to repeat my drunkenness of Lande’s birthday do a month earlier** and stayed relatively lucid for most of the night, which was probably a better choice. The place was sooooo crowded though - having three birthdays going on simultaneously probably had something to do with that, but the place has been steadily gaining popularity for a while and, nice venue though the Barrowboy & Banker is, I get the impression the club’s outgrowing it. The music was great but the dancefloor was more or less impossible to get on, so we spent most of the night in one corner of the lower floor, guarding a couple of the tables... A lot of photos did get taken, although I’m still a bit behind on sorting through them. I suspect morbidfrog’s group pictures came out better, anyway.
We stayed until the end, then made it back home by night bus with fireblade__ in tow and crashed into bed around five. We were woken a few minutes later by shouting in the street below our window, where a load of the local pond life had stumbled into the path of a taxi and chaos ensued, with people chasing each other up and down the road and police intervening… not for the first time, I regretted not filming this sort of thing, speeding it up and putting it on Youtube with Benny Hill music.
Yesterday was pretty unremarkable, after we’d caught up on some sleep. I’ve been trying, with degrees of success, to get the animation project back on track. Hopefully that’ll be completed some time later this month. So, yeah. It's nice - in some respects - to have the birthday over with now, so I can get back on with living normally and not focusing on getting older!
* This was made all the more dramatic by a big angry demonstration going on beneath my office window in the early evening. I wasn't too keen on leaving the building, until the crowd had disbursed. I don't knowingly upset people like this; do they not have anyone better to shout through their megaphones at?
** I still blame her younger brother for this. Force-fed me tequilas, he did.
On Saturday night, it was the ‘main bash’ at Vagabonds. Great times! I decided not to repeat my drunkenness of Lande’s birthday do a month earlier** and stayed relatively lucid for most of the night, which was probably a better choice. The place was sooooo crowded though - having three birthdays going on simultaneously probably had something to do with that, but the place has been steadily gaining popularity for a while and, nice venue though the Barrowboy & Banker is, I get the impression the club’s outgrowing it. The music was great but the dancefloor was more or less impossible to get on, so we spent most of the night in one corner of the lower floor, guarding a couple of the tables... A lot of photos did get taken, although I’m still a bit behind on sorting through them. I suspect morbidfrog’s group pictures came out better, anyway.
We stayed until the end, then made it back home by night bus with fireblade__ in tow and crashed into bed around five. We were woken a few minutes later by shouting in the street below our window, where a load of the local pond life had stumbled into the path of a taxi and chaos ensued, with people chasing each other up and down the road and police intervening… not for the first time, I regretted not filming this sort of thing, speeding it up and putting it on Youtube with Benny Hill music.
Yesterday was pretty unremarkable, after we’d caught up on some sleep. I’ve been trying, with degrees of success, to get the animation project back on track. Hopefully that’ll be completed some time later this month. So, yeah. It's nice - in some respects - to have the birthday over with now, so I can get back on with living normally and not focusing on getting older!
* This was made all the more dramatic by a big angry demonstration going on beneath my office window in the early evening. I wasn't too keen on leaving the building, until the crowd had disbursed. I don't knowingly upset people like this; do they not have anyone better to shout through their megaphones at?
** I still blame her younger brother for this. Force-fed me tequilas, he did.