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...with giving myself a list of topics is that at the time, I'd a clear notion of what I might write about.

Pause for brief, silent lecture against the evils of procrastination.

Ha, I say that, but it really only takes a few moments for me to lose my point on days when my brain has got holes in. At any rate, I'd had something entirely other planned for the previous entry - something that might have even skirted the edges of public introspection (shockhorror). So much for that, eh?

I'll talk about the soiree instead.

Yes, there was one, and yes it was grand. I'll admit to being a bit tired and a bit subdued that night, and then I'll blame that on the steady march of time. By half-eleven that night, I longed to make my exit and crawl into my bed. I think I managed that at last at half three in the morning. I remained remarkably sober, so that goes to show you that it's possible. I don't piss my brains out every time we have a do at Orion Rising.

Pauses to gloat for a moment.

My mates are of the opinion that I do often render myself paralytic, and thus I was given no fewer than six bottles of whiskey as gifts (five bottles of the Black Bush, and one of the Clontarf Single Malt). So, you can imagine my aggravation when, upon waking the next morning, I had five bottles of whiskey. Five. I counted. Now then, had it been that a group of people had taken it upon themselves to open said bottle and put it away amongst the lot of them, sure that would have been no trouble at all - it's why it's there. Only I'd have discovered the remains of that the next day (well, unless the poor bastard was so much in his cups that he buried the evidence in the back garden - I suppose if a still sprouts in the next few months, I'll know that this has what has occurred. Have I mentioned that plants hate me?).

Sure, I had it to spare - this isn't about gluttony at all, rather it's about asking me before collecting up something that was given to me and taking it off home. I'd not have said 'no', only I wasn't given the chance to consider it - and now I'm left to wonder who of them I shouldn't be trusting. Orgh. It's a small thing, really, and I know it.

On a mostly unrelated topic, if you find you've nowhere at all to be on the 11th from 3.00pm until 6.00pm, then you can come and gawk at me at Trinity Hall. I promise I'll not lob a cipín at you (not intentionally, at any rate).

Date: 2007-03-09 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I know I've said this to you already in private, but now I'll say it in public.

It's not such a Small Thing. You are entirely justified in your aggro that one of your pressies went AWOL. Those aren't cheap bottles of whiskey and someone paid for it out of there hard earned cash with the intent on you having and enjoying it. Anyway, this can't be misconstrued for gluttony. It's as if someone walked off with a nice silver neckchain from your coffeetable. I'm annoyed that any of our group would do.

Date: 2007-03-09 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Bob on a bike. I wrote "there" instead of "their". I'm SO ashamed.

Date: 2007-03-09 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm on a bike?

Nifty keen.

Date: 2007-03-09 04:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Bicycles are grand.

Date: 2007-03-09 04:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You know, I imagined Boxplayer Bob on a tiny pink bicycle. He was trying to ride and play the concertina all at once. He looked vexed, but politely so.

Date: 2007-03-09 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I agree with this comment whole heartedly. If someone has given you something, then it is a gift and should neither be retracted nor scarfed by someone else. Sure, if they had hollered and asked if they could have cracked one open, you'd have probably grunted in the affirmative, but that was certainly your call, not someone else's to make on your behalf. For it to just disappear is even worse!

Incredibly tacky.

Date: 2007-03-09 11:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You're very justified in being angry, like has been said above. At my going away party in September, $40 was stolen from my wallet. I don't know who did it, but there was only one person there I didn't know very well and he sat in one place the entire night. I would have given it to virtually any of my friends there if they had simply asked and told me they needed it. But no, it was stolen.

Date: 2007-03-09 04:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Creepy. That is a nasty thing to do, yes, 'cos the person should have had to go and find it. Grr. Thieves blow goats.

Date: 2007-03-09 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, in actuality, my wallet was out in plain sight behind the pizza boxes, but at that point I trusted my friends so I didn't think anything of it. My wallet was very much 'elsewhere' at my birthday party. It just makes me sad.

I hope you enjoyed my blathering voicemail the other day, or at least were somewhat amused by my stupidity. ;)

Date: 2007-03-11 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I've not listened to it yet in its entirety (as it was noisy when I found it) - only I regret having missed you! I thought to listen to it when I could share it with Shaddow.

Oh, and we got your lovely card from Austria - thanks very much.

Date: 2007-03-14 04:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
very very very nasty and wrong wrong WRONG!

find them and beat them to a pulp with a very large...something.

Date: 2007-03-09 03:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh no :( I'm so sorry to hear this! I agree with the others... this is definitely not a "small thing".


It was great seeing you all again, though! Best wishes - have a lovely weekend! :)

Date: 2007-03-09 05:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Happy birthday! I know it was last month, so please accept this late notice.


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