fatvegan

I went to the party of Mr Robert Schulz. It was fun. I chatted to some interesting people. It was good to see Robert again. And some other folk I haven't seen in yonks. Suzanne, Dan, Rustum, Greg and Dee.

The party had a lot of software engineers. Almost everyone I spoke to actually. I spoke to one girl who only wrote tax accounting specifications for software engineers to use. But she was the most un-software engineery person I spoke to.

I spoke to a marvellous woman who works for the CSIRO, which I love. She was smart, and techy, and is helping design the next generation of ubiquitous (or in her words "novel") multimedia file formats. Which is pretty tops. Tomorrow she might be going to her friends house to have a code fest. Which is apparently where they all get together and code, and help each other with their programming problems. She was so sexy. And so 35 or older.

Eventually some old guy who'd been sitting by himself all night (but had brought his wife) started chatting her up. Mostly by insulting me. He's going straight to hell for trying to cheat on his wife and, even worse, for his terrible pick up lines. It was a bit sad. What made it even sadder is, he'd been telling me about how he'd recently sold his little business for $4.5 million. When wealthy men are kind of desperate and pathetic, it seems even sadder. He had been reasonably chatty with me, but when I left he made a not very nice comment about me, while shaking my hand and looking the woman in the eye. All very strange. It reminded me a tiny bit of one of the chaps at Chris and Carolyn's wedding.

Despite that, it was tops fun. Even though I couldn't drink any abscinthe because I was driving.

"You must have arrived after me, because if you'd been here when I came I would have noticed you for sure."