Social event of the year.
Dec. 30th, 2002 02:30 pmEngagement pishup at the pr0terhouse went wonderfully. Serious beer nerd HEAVEN. You would not believe the beer selection at this place. It's the London branch of a Dublin brewery pub. They have der beers of der vorldt available. And it's ALL GOOD. The food is not such a good idea if you don't eat meat, though. But the food is so very far from the point, and you could probably live on just the beer anyway. The architecture is also, um, interesting - evidently inspired by rat mazes, Escher drawings and a few too many An Brainblástas. Can you find the piece of cheese?
A suitable admixture of goths, gofhs and BOFHs, in rough order of appearance (I'm sure I've missed at least one and will be corrected in a comment): myself,
ladylilith,
ali_anarres,
kitty_goth,
crispygoth, Matthew Byng-Maddick, Matthew Garrett, Chris Adams,
gothstevek and
silverfiligree (in a luscious black velvet dress),
shevek (in beard-gone-after-many-years shocker) and
ewtikins (with flashing blue earrings),
ickle_yuki (in the corset of the day ... no-one will remember your face),
inulro and Jason, Moray (a spare BOFH),
sheridanwilde, Banshee,
androktone and
hythloday,
princesssulky,
erzibet,
cybermuppet and
phaseboy,
childeric and
shekhmet. Certainly enough for the party to go off, and, having told them twenty to thirty would show, I think the pub should at least quite like us. If you failed to make that list, you missed out.
Cheers to Banshee for the mirror (now hanging in our stairwell),
gothstevek and
silverfiligree for the lovely card, and a special round of applause to Chris Adams for buying the champagne! (And a lollipop to
kitty_goth and MBM for the first beery geek argument of the day: how X.509 and S/MIME are the work of the crap Satan, the main point of dispute being to what degree they are the work of the crap Satan.)
Liz and I took photos, which one hopes will be developed before the Moon falls out of the sky. I still have undeveloped rolls from February, so might be a bit too crap for this.
gothstevek and
crispygoth were snapping away as well, however (anyone else?), so we might have some joy from those quarters sooner.
Afterwards to Ask in Camden for food, then to the Dev to drink the night away again.
ladylilith went home with a bad case of Dev anoxia, so I hung out at the end table with the luvverly
shekhmet and the party dregs, plus
blankinfinity who finally showed. (Work. What kind of an excuse is that?)
ali_anarres and I stumbled home at 11pm. I left my touchy-feely shirt behind. Must give them a call this afternoon.
Liz is going back to Australia on Thursday night. I am very upset by this! I will hide her under my bed so I can keep her. Except there isn't an under my bed as such, because it's just a mattress on the floor. Bah. Anyone want to come to see her off at the airport? Current plan is that I will meet her at Paddington at 6:30pm and we'll Heathrow Excess it and have food and drink in the terminal before packing her off through the security gate. I realise the Excess is well-named pricewise, but fifteen minutes versus an hour by tube is hard to argue against.
I should write up Christmas, but then again I've yet to write up Whitby part two. I'm sure my public will find out what they need to know. Spent Friday at work despite cold, Saturday in bed. Here's to the restorative powers of a pasta sauce bloody loaded with garlic. Woke up this morning at 4:30am and couldn't get back to sleep properly, so am currently jonesing for brains. LET ME SLEEP, OH DEAR GOD PLEASE LET ME SLEE*clunk*
Update: Just called the Dev - no shirt. Bugger. It was in the pile of coats near the end table - did one of you lot pick it up? Black button-up shirt, Atelier label.
Others' party reports: Liz, Chris B, Steve K, Filigree, Yuki, Perdita, Erzibet, Sulky, Shevek.
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