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sarah_orangeA weekend is a long time in Orange Land...
well it feels like it.
after the marvellousness of Friday night Saturday's hangover defeated my plans to go to town and sign forms to allow me to sell my endowment policy. So I thought I'd look for the original policy instead. This lead to an epic tidy up of 'the corner' of my living room - an adventure that often saw me and Al knee deep in duvets, old photos and non-pre-recorded videos. Said endowment policy was not located, leaving me with the suspcion that it might be in my bedroom somewhere and therefore lost... I chucked a whole pile of the non-pre-recorded videos too - quite a step forward for me. Located some terrible photos of me as a teenager - ah the 80s and their crimes against fashion. There is no such thing as a good combination of silver jacket, pink bow and white shoes. I need a scanner. (not for the photos - to make my head explode so I can forget them)
Met up with Neal at 6 and browsed through Morrison's offy with intent then tootled off to Moorish for tasty North African foodstuffs. Alex's surprise cocktail birthday party was super ace. The tequila and grand marnier proved to have been the correct choice of boozes and many margharitas were quaffed. mmm salty acid. Geof made Alex a flaming cake supported on ice supported on cans of strongbow and a pony. Fantastic :) although leaving a bottle of meths on the table at a cocktail party may have been some sort of Geof-like Darwinian Genius. There were red, orange, yellow, blue, purple and 3 completely seperate types of green drinks. as well as a variant on the leperous russian invented last time - this time it had a chocolate chip muffin and some creme de menthe in it...
and the singstar... oh the singstar...
'what you waiting for' was surprisingly hard. I lost track of the nonsense I sang - which is kinda alarming as I must have been on it for nearly an hour! I can still hardly speak today. I distinctly remember Heather making me sing Jamelia... I have no idea who Jamelia even is but still beat Heather (not a victory I will savour...) There may have been Queen, there may have been the Killers, all I know is it was so bad it was good and if their neighbours ever find out where we live there may be trouble...
Finally tootled off home just before 6. got up at 3 yesterday and felt remarkably human although the day was a bit of a write off... Black Sheep was pleasant, and made more so by the addition of bagels, dips and brie. I'm going to have to take my fondue set at some point :D
well it feels like it.
after the marvellousness of Friday night Saturday's hangover defeated my plans to go to town and sign forms to allow me to sell my endowment policy. So I thought I'd look for the original policy instead. This lead to an epic tidy up of 'the corner' of my living room - an adventure that often saw me and Al knee deep in duvets, old photos and non-pre-recorded videos. Said endowment policy was not located, leaving me with the suspcion that it might be in my bedroom somewhere and therefore lost... I chucked a whole pile of the non-pre-recorded videos too - quite a step forward for me. Located some terrible photos of me as a teenager - ah the 80s and their crimes against fashion. There is no such thing as a good combination of silver jacket, pink bow and white shoes. I need a scanner. (not for the photos - to make my head explode so I can forget them)
Met up with Neal at 6 and browsed through Morrison's offy with intent then tootled off to Moorish for tasty North African foodstuffs. Alex's surprise cocktail birthday party was super ace. The tequila and grand marnier proved to have been the correct choice of boozes and many margharitas were quaffed. mmm salty acid. Geof made Alex a flaming cake supported on ice supported on cans of strongbow and a pony. Fantastic :) although leaving a bottle of meths on the table at a cocktail party may have been some sort of Geof-like Darwinian Genius. There were red, orange, yellow, blue, purple and 3 completely seperate types of green drinks. as well as a variant on the leperous russian invented last time - this time it had a chocolate chip muffin and some creme de menthe in it...
and the singstar... oh the singstar...
'what you waiting for' was surprisingly hard. I lost track of the nonsense I sang - which is kinda alarming as I must have been on it for nearly an hour! I can still hardly speak today. I distinctly remember Heather making me sing Jamelia... I have no idea who Jamelia even is but still beat Heather (not a victory I will savour...) There may have been Queen, there may have been the Killers, all I know is it was so bad it was good and if their neighbours ever find out where we live there may be trouble...
Finally tootled off home just before 6. got up at 3 yesterday and felt remarkably human although the day was a bit of a write off... Black Sheep was pleasant, and made more so by the addition of bagels, dips and brie. I'm going to have to take my fondue set at some point :D
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Date: 2007-12-03 05:58 pm (UTC)I only just remembered about Jamelia. Sorry!
I had fun though :-)
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Date: 2007-12-03 09:15 pm (UTC)