hella_bunyip (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hella_bunyip) wrote,@ 2005-12-22 14:49:00 |
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My ass is marvelously evocative
This entry was going to be called "Christmas Party", but I mistyped it. Maybe I won't be linking my parents to this journal any time soon. :(
We took Toby to the company Christmas party on Monday! He yelled and yelled. Probably it bugged some people! We took it in turns to eat, and one of my wokrmates who is herself a recent mother helped out, and by dessert he'd settled enough that we could put him in the pram to sleep. Then we both relaxed and chatted for a bit. I had a nice rack of lamb which, apart from being a little cold when I got to it (I had baby-holding shift when it arrived), was pretty nice. Slightly rare and very tender. Janey had salmon. True to the excesses of the Christmas season, I had a beer AND a glass of wine. Wow!
The party was held at the "Kelvin Club", which is designed to evoke London gentlemen's clubs of the Victorian era, I guess. It had mahogany panelling and bookcases and musty old armchairs in front of hearths and stuff. The entrance was in a dodgy-looking alley. The owner was almost exactly the kind of guy I'd expect to be managing such a place, too. It's hard to explain, but he was kind of a little guy, and not quite obsequious to his guests, but close to it. He had a room dedicated to the fly-fishing club of Victoria (I know because Janey used it for breastfeeding). A whole wall full of fly-fishing books, all at least thirty years old! I guessed that the guy probably had model trains and emotional problems. The second part was proved right when I was walking Toby back and forth downstairs and the guy came down without realising I was there, going "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" like he had Tourette's and muttering something about the fucking kitchen. Poor man.
We left about 9:30 and took the train home, but it took ages because I kept doing really dumb things while choosing what trains to take. I should probably start pretending I have Tourette's so I can go nuts when this happens. Luckily by this stage, Toby was so fast asleep he didn't care.
This entry was going to be called "Christmas Party", but I mistyped it. Maybe I won't be linking my parents to this journal any time soon. :(
We took Toby to the company Christmas party on Monday! He yelled and yelled. Probably it bugged some people! We took it in turns to eat, and one of my wokrmates who is herself a recent mother helped out, and by dessert he'd settled enough that we could put him in the pram to sleep. Then we both relaxed and chatted for a bit. I had a nice rack of lamb which, apart from being a little cold when I got to it (I had baby-holding shift when it arrived), was pretty nice. Slightly rare and very tender. Janey had salmon. True to the excesses of the Christmas season, I had a beer AND a glass of wine. Wow!
The party was held at the "Kelvin Club", which is designed to evoke London gentlemen's clubs of the Victorian era, I guess. It had mahogany panelling and bookcases and musty old armchairs in front of hearths and stuff. The entrance was in a dodgy-looking alley. The owner was almost exactly the kind of guy I'd expect to be managing such a place, too. It's hard to explain, but he was kind of a little guy, and not quite obsequious to his guests, but close to it. He had a room dedicated to the fly-fishing club of Victoria (I know because Janey used it for breastfeeding). A whole wall full of fly-fishing books, all at least thirty years old! I guessed that the guy probably had model trains and emotional problems. The second part was proved right when I was walking Toby back and forth downstairs and the guy came down without realising I was there, going "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" like he had Tourette's and muttering something about the fucking kitchen. Poor man.
We left about 9:30 and took the train home, but it took ages because I kept doing really dumb things while choosing what trains to take. I should probably start pretending I have Tourette's so I can go nuts when this happens. Luckily by this stage, Toby was so fast asleep he didn't care.
