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[hellison]

When you tell people "I'm going to a book launch, in the National Museum" it sounds so good, like you have a lovely civilised and cultured evening among like-minded professionals and intellectuals. How can it possibly be otherwise?

How? Free wine + no food + more free wine. And some more wine. It all started very well, polite chatting and stuff and only a *leetle* bit of sniggering and mutterings of 'eeeeeeevil' during the speeches.
THen you find yourself in a bar with the Keeper of Antiquities of the Ulster Museum ranting about work and how shite all the bosses are.
Then there's more wine, heated exchange of pasta across the table, talk of pickled willies in cider which you firmly believe is conducted in hushed tones (I do really believe this every time. I never learn) and your gracious host's sister BITES you (why did she bite me?) and after that it's all a bit vague really.

There was ice cream tho! I remember ice cream. And more ranting.

Great night ;p

ETA also talk of lap dancing. And bras. And I have icecream in my hair.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_unhurt_/]

such refined and intellectual presences you must have been.

*snerk*

p.s. have new phone, but my contacts died with the old handset - can you send me your number as a business card?

p.p.s. just had the weed on the phone about lunch next saturday. sounds like a Plan to me!

[hellison.livejournal.com]

um, have no idea how do to business card thing, will just text ;p

next saturday sounds a damn fine Plan indeed!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_unhurt_/]

got it! (with a nokia you go to the contact you want to send and choose 'send information message' i think. just for future phone geeky reference.)

i'm crossing my fingers for sunny weather so we can sit outside and drink cocktails. mmm.

oh, and i hear you showed the weed the full-frontal viggo pictures, heh.

[thesme-01.livejournal.com]

who is this WEED and how come they get personally delivered full frontal viggo pictures (although if they're the same pictures they're ppooo)

And she (em with some help) told said Keeper of Antiquitiquititquities about our Secret Time Machine Plan.

He kept trying to run away, but we followed him :)

[hellison.livejournal.com]

Oh god the wicker house on clogher! I had TOTALLY forgotten that part.

Oh dear oh dear oh dear