Last night we were taken out to Opal Lounge for our Christmas effort. A free bar, cordoned-off area and trays of horse’s duvets served by enthusiastically persistent, attractive young ladies. All in all pretty decent.
Got comprehensively tanked on Hoegaarden and some odd orangey lickers (pictured)… I remember everything except the walk home, which seems to happen consistently on big nights. I am now convinced that when you go to sleep in a state, there’s something in your memory-making software that deletes the previous 15 minutes from the record.
Apparently a highly attractive female wanted me to walk her home at the 2am finish, to which I charismatically replied, “East London Road..? Sorry but I can’t be arsed.”
Magic. [update: Danny boy enjoyed it too]
Off tonight to Dreghorn (really) as our agency is taking us out for further beers. Crimbo period, love it.
15-Dec-04 at 4:46 pm | Permalink
Opal Lounge > Our kid Craig was out there last night.. Surely you spotted his muppet-ginger head amongst the lovelies..
Comprehensively tanked > Just back from the jewellery dept. paaarty. Feeling that way meself. There’s only one guy in their 4th year, and 30 gorgeous birds.. Maximum kill ratio there. Graphics party tonight. trouserdness is inescapable.
Sorry but I can’t be arsed > Ha haaa.
15-Dec-04 at 5:11 pm | Permalink
Haha! A orange!
I miss Christmas art college fun. Putting up cheap fire hazard decorations in class and listening to Christmas music, getting drunk at the animation department party and drawing a skaghead crucified jesus on the wall next to Optimus Prime… continuing the hellish fun through to the wee small hours and making big friends with the people in the years below, only to never talk to them again after the holidays… sigh.
My Big Christmas Plans still only concern getting a pint of Guiness in the Last Drop during the day, and sitting by the window, looking out at what will hopefully be a snowy landscape. I’m becoming obsessed with forcing myself into situations of twee loveliness and hard-hitting faux-poignancy. I never actually get around to doing it, though.
Next plan: Listen to Low’s Christmas album while crossing the Forth Road Bridge, staring out over the forth. Same thing I do every week, really, except with festive awesomeness instead of emo forlornosity.
I remember wandering around Edinburgh last year around this time, going down streets I hadn’t been down before and suchlike, listening to ‘Dog Man Star’ by The Suedes. I may have to do something similar again. Although it will feel insanely contrived. But what isn’t, these days?
Chance of doing anything other than go to The Egg and Opium, and stand around miserably? Minimal. The horrible truth is that by the time I meet my friends, the illusion of the Christmas magic gets broken, and it’s straight back into the usual godawful rut. I have the power to change this. I do. I do. It’s 2005 soon. The Year When Everything Good Happens, right?
I love Christmas. Get it right up me.
15-Dec-04 at 9:41 pm | Permalink
Christmas parties- blah!- ended up talking to the worst person in the department. Told him he was boring and arrogant and he still wants to talk to me
some people are strange. I’m bored. Is anyone up for fun and games next week?
“apparently a highly attractive female wanted me to walk her home at the 2am finish, to which I charismatically replied, “East London Road..? Sorry but I can’t be arsed.” Aye, right
xx
16-Dec-04 at 7:31 pm | Permalink
My awe as the sun sets over the Tay is usually ruined by my fear of bus toppling off the road bridge
2 miles of excitement/ fear and the rest of the bus seem unmoved by it all.
17-Dec-04 at 1:01 pm | Permalink
Air does his impression of Michael Hutchence last moments – minus the belt of course.
17-Dec-04 at 5:34 pm | Permalink
I have been listening to Low and Phil Spector (not together, sadly). Christmas, here I come. Nnnnnnnnggggggggg!
Arab Strap DJing tonight at Teviot. Christmassy!
17-Dec-04 at 6:28 pm | Permalink
I hates it when my wee family of graphics kids bugger off to their respective four corners. It makes me sad
It also annoys me that Leo’s parents live in the coolest part of Edinburgh, whereas mine have cows and sheep in their back garden! Fucker!
Never mind. Interview with Brighton on the 14th.
Cj > Aversion therapy, baby. It works! Go walk across. I’ll come too.
Hopingfully in Edinburgh for New Years. Will update on that one…
21-Dec-04 at 4:06 pm | Permalink
I like the cows in my back garden. They make the same noise as my phone vibrating on my bedside table. Stupid sexy Christmas bovine laughter. Edinburgh provided good festive atmosphere this weekend, but then I walked around town for 4 and 3 quarter hours, with only an Erasure CD for company, waiting for Nora to finish work, causing me to despise the city. Then I got drunk and started liking it again. Hurrah! Will not be near the place until Hogmanay, now. But that’s okay. Computer games will tide me over. Computer games and whining college rock.
21-Dec-04 at 4:55 pm | Permalink
I like the goats in my back garden. Frequently.
04-Jan-05 at 9:52 pm | Permalink
buggery with an animal. Hee.
whilst we’re being juvenile, I also loved Rosy’s ‘circlejerk’. Most amusing.