Weekend

[simont]

This weekend was the ‘Party to End All Parties’, at the soon-to-be-vacated Suite.

I had originally planned to go to this on the Saturday only, but a bit of schedule-squishing allowed me to find time to go to the Friday evening as well, albeit not drinking, and I was glad I did because it was a good fun evening involving several people I would otherwise not have seen.

On Saturday afternoon I found part of the party on Midsummer Common, where I briefly bruised my fingers on juggling clubs and then got inveigled into a game of three-way chess, which is very silly. Then, after detouring via jaylett's barbecue, back to the Suite for the Saturday evening stretch of the party, at which I more than made up for my sobriety the previous evening. I seem to have a mental blind spot regarding large wine glasses; I tend to think that if I've only had (say) three glasses, that surely can't be all that much wine. Oops. I also have a somewhat hazy memory of at least one person taking some things I said or did the wrong way, so when I go to the Calling tomorrow I fear one of my mission goals will be to make sure everyone I like is still talking to me. I'm probably being unduly pessimistic there, but I'd prefer to be sure.

I had been hoping that the Party would fail in its stated mission of ending all parties, but when I got up on Sunday morning I suddenly wasn't so sure it would be a bad thing, because I had the kind of hangover that makes phrases like ‘never drink again’ spring rapidly to mind, along with ‘owowowow’ and ‘oh my god what did I do last night?’. The hangover itself vanished quite suddenly in mid-afternoon, to my great relief, and it seems likely that I won't in fact let it stop me drinking forever (it wasn't the worst hangover I've ever had, although it was probably in the top ten), but I might nonetheless avoid booze for a few days at least…

Comments

[gerald_duck]

From my perspective the most egregious thing you did on Saturday night was inadvertently dismantle the 3D shadow of a hypercube, but we put it back together again, so little harm was done. :-p

To be honest, I was a little worried about you: as well as your being slightly the worse for wear there were disconcerting black marks around your lips. I took a chance on this simply meaning you'd drunk something evilly alcoholic and very black, but I'm glad you're showing signs of continued sentience.

It was a good party.

[simont]

I suppose they might have looked like black marks from a distance, but in fact they were only dark red; apart from one tiny sip of a strange cocktail someone wanted me to taste, I drank nothing all evening except red wine. Just, er, rather a lot of red wine.

I had assumed red wine stained everyone's lips in the same fashion, but perhaps mine absorb it better than most for some reason. It had never occurred to me before that it might alarm observers!