It’s fair to say the prospect of hammering the beers on friday wasn’t totally attractive after two weeks of self-abuse. Especially given the inevitable damage looming on Saturday’s flatwarming party at Ree/Kat’s. So one night ‘aff it’ was managed, although trying to sleep with the sudden chasmal alcohol/nicotine dropoff was difficult.
Saturday started with a clearish head then, enough to check out Halo for PC anyway (I love the light/particle effects, ragdoll physics and AI. Some repetitive gameplay, though multiplayer easily makes up for that).
Dragged myself away to train homeski to see the grandparents (always good). Then a quick pick-me-up with Disco and James before further trainage to Dundee and Ree’s flat.
Excellent turnout at the party in terms of the Arbroath lot (though P Moseley was greatly missed). One or two TF lurkers were in evidence as well (hey!). High wastage count for most people, some significant bouncing off the walls. Good chat with too many people to list. In true Disco/Air fashion we were left standing amidst the bodies and went for the all-nighter, drinking wine and talking nonsense til teatime Sunday.
Some very, very careful self-management – and a 17-hour recovery sleep – meant work was manageable on Monday. Just.
More nonsense planned for Wed, Thurs, Fri and Sat unfortunately, ah well.
Euro reports to follow when Stu and I can merge stories. Tuesday links:
i. How many US wounded?
ii. A bit far out in places but a useful 2001-2003 reminder.
iii. Lastly, my Xmas present. Please?
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