"I can't, mum's cooking a roast"
Apr. 30th, 2005 07:56 amAt noon yesterday I got an SMS (which, once I got past my disappointment that it wasn't from a certain scintilating historian, I read) from Tim (an old high school friend), to invite me - on very short notice - to his and his twin brother, Simon's birthday party.
I hadn't really been much in the mood for random, ad-hoc gaming anyway, so I went along.
And had quite a good time. I saw a number of people I hadn't for a while, like:
Tim himself,
plus his girlfriend, Emma,
James, one of my old drama buddies, with whom I did OnStage and Mort, among other things,
Mark, who's apparently soon to be a father. Goodness me.
Tim and Simon - in addition to the quite passable cab sav with which they plied me - cooked a lamb roast, which was an unexpected treat. Mmm, rosemary baked potatoes.
Hung around, catching up and talking. Naturally the subject of my new girlfriend came up (for how could I do anything but proclaim it effusively to everyone I know?) and the general response was "Go, Benj!", which is a testament to how much many of these people have grown since high school, I think.
At eleven I'd left enough time to metabolise all the alcohol I'd consumed and I was feeling like throwing myself into bed (only mustered five hours the night before), so I bid the birthday boys and all others goodbye, then drove home.
All said and done, a good evening's impromptu entertainment.
Two hours, 35 minutes to Rhi o' clock!
Later: Taking the enchanting Rhi to a dinner party at Nichi (
vonwoof) and Charlie's, as they're very keen to meet her. :)
Plus: Croquet!
"If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day
Like a treasure and then, again
I would spend them with you"
-Time in a bottle, Jim Croce
I hadn't really been much in the mood for random, ad-hoc gaming anyway, so I went along.
And had quite a good time. I saw a number of people I hadn't for a while, like:
Tim himself,
plus his girlfriend, Emma,
James, one of my old drama buddies, with whom I did OnStage and Mort, among other things,
Mark, who's apparently soon to be a father. Goodness me.
Tim and Simon - in addition to the quite passable cab sav with which they plied me - cooked a lamb roast, which was an unexpected treat. Mmm, rosemary baked potatoes.
Hung around, catching up and talking. Naturally the subject of my new girlfriend came up (for how could I do anything but proclaim it effusively to everyone I know?) and the general response was "Go, Benj!", which is a testament to how much many of these people have grown since high school, I think.
At eleven I'd left enough time to metabolise all the alcohol I'd consumed and I was feeling like throwing myself into bed (only mustered five hours the night before), so I bid the birthday boys and all others goodbye, then drove home.
All said and done, a good evening's impromptu entertainment.
Two hours, 35 minutes to Rhi o' clock!
Later: Taking the enchanting Rhi to a dinner party at Nichi (
Plus: Croquet!
"If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day
Like a treasure and then, again
I would spend them with you"
-Time in a bottle, Jim Croce
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Date: 2005-04-30 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-30 01:01 am (UTC)I wish I had a croquet set. I would organise Saturday morning games down at the park in Summer Hill, with Andrew and Chris and Heather and Tom, similar to the soccer games in Secret Life Of Us, only far more post-modern.
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Date: 2005-05-01 01:36 am (UTC)