Well, I just woke up.
I haven’t slept in this late for a long time. I woke up at 3pm and that’s the time I’m meant to leave for work. Whoops.
I think I’ll be a little late in today.
The report for the project has been done and should have been submitted today. We had our client demonstration yesterday as well and it seemed to go smoothly. They’re very keen on us doing well and seem to genuinely want what we’re building. It’s a little creepy but it’s still encouraging. It’s fabuluous that now I don’t really have to care all that much about the rest of the course for the semester. Of course, I’ll have to know my stuff for the oral exam but that won’t be too challenging. The same goes for our final presentation. I just want to finish it. Whee.
Last night was the Winesoc Red & White Ball/Formal/Dinner. I got to don my new tux. I think I looked somewhat dapper in the good old traditional black tie style. I have some shitty photos that I took with my shitty camera in to a shitty mirror after I got dressed so I’ll upload them later. That is, as long as I don’t look shitty.
Yes, the dinner last night was great. We’d booked out a Greek restaurant so there was the odd bit of plate smashing alongside a tonne of food and wine. I managed to convince Benecke and Byrne (who needs first names when you could have surnames like that?) to come along with me. I think they had a good time even though they disappeared without saying goodbye (which they did according to Byrne). I even saw JJ, Bal and Chunky there. Guess the nicknames out of that lot.
So we danced and drank and ate and mostly didn’t have to feign merriment until we got kicked out. I wasn’t particularly drunk at the end of the event as I’d spent quite some time standing around outside talking to people and looking after sad drunks so that by the time I returned indoors the bar had been closed. Disappointing. I still managed to score some baklava for the trouble, so it was worth it.
Afterwards a few of us ended up wandering down towards Oxford street. I think we went to The Columbian until they kicked us out and then those of us who were left were unable to get in to some other predominantly queer club because the girls were wearing “open toed shoes”. That’s a new one. It was probably for the best as it meant we could sit in some other pub and get cheaper drinks and all be accosted at once by a rather repulsive drunk lesbian/bisexual who asked us all if we were “going to drink or just sit there looking pretty all night”.
To cap off the night, I scored a cold falafel and managed to share a taxi back to Newtown. I think my clothes survived any real damage, too.
All in all a good night.
can’t go wrong with a cold felafel
I like your style, kid.
I think I saw you on the 5:00 news.
Some red headed guy with a bottle of wine stumbling around outside The Columbian on Oxford St.
You got arrested for being drunk and disorderly and thrown in the back of a paddy wagon.
I saw you hugging some other drunk guy in Stubbies and a pair of thongs, I think his name was Sven. I didn’t think he looked like a lesbian/bisexual though.
Oh well. Good times.
AM or PM?
Me? Drunk? Never. Not like now or anything. Notice the typos? No, I didn’t think you would. That’s because there are none. Yes, I rock.
I was actually out with some Swedish guy on the night, his name was Johan, not Sven. Unfortunately he wasn’t a lesbian/bisexual either.
Are you sure he wasn’t. They can really fool you down in Sydney. I should know. ;O