The Emma Strikes Back Mis Kate's Party Cold More alcohol-soaked dining
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Okay, so that was a pretty awful gag, but since the delightful Miss Emma is back in town this weekend at least in part to see George Lucas' latest act of self-desecration, I figured I'd get away with it. Probably I'm wrong about that, but what can you do?
She and Lindor and Fi are hitting the town for a spot of shopping this morning, after Lindor's salary finally served out its sentence and was released into her custody (there's a very fishy story there about her pimp paying her money launderer who then didn't pass on her cut, but it's a bit confusing what with all the veiled references).
In the meantime, I shall consider going to work and writing up a couple of contracts, and then valiantly decide to play World of Warcraft instead.
It was Katie's birthday yesterday, which was celebrated at what I regard as Canberra's least appealing drinking establishment, the Old Canberra Inn. Now I say that in the full realisation that there are, in fact, much worse places to go for a chat and a drink, but I have not personally visited them. Oh sure, I've been into the South Pacific Rugby Club, which is full of large, drunk Fijian footy players, and I've been to the Phoenix, which is dark and kind of sinister. But even those pubs are not without their charms. The OCI is resolutely and permanently stuck in 1976, in terms of decor, music and quality of food and service. Not wishing to sound like an utter snob, but it's a bit out of place in a city renowned for its latte-sipping tendencies.
Still it was a fun evening. Most of the population were folks from the D&D meetup group (which was where we first met Emma), and they're a fun crowd. I'm pretty glad that there was no karaoke at the OCI last night though, because I dread to think how it would have turned out. There was literally not enough (drinkable) beer for that to seem like a good idea.
And some of the boys clubbed together and bought Katie a DVD player, which was fantastically thoughtful of them. For one thing, it means that we can now make up for the fact that we didn't get her anything by giving her the perfect gift...
For the record, it is now officially getting bloody cold in Canberra. The visibility through this morning's fog was probably about fifteen metres, and it's 10:00 am now and it's still flipping freezing. Time to break out the long coats and gloves, people.
We're going to Fiona's uncle Geoff's 50th birthday tonight. Geoff's a mad wine buff, so that makes the general identification of a suitable present for him easy. However, he's also quite particular in his tastes, so actually picking out something that he'll be very happy with is a bit harder. Fortunately, we're getting on good terms with the manager of the grog shop at the markets, who himself has a somewhat fanatical appreciation for a good bottle of plonk. He'll no doubt have a few good ideas.
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