fatvegan

David turned 25 last night at a merry Spanish tapas bar on King St. It had really good sangria and potatoes. Actually that was all I ate and luckily they were delicious. We had a fun time with a funny collection of different people. Robert, Keith and I got a little scolded for our adhoc courtyard renovations. Not that you can call it a courtyard, but people were smoking so it must have been.

We complained a lot about how expensive it would be, even though it wasn't in the end. We complained a lot about hungry we would be, which we slightly were in the end. But not hungry enough to spontaneously die of malnutrition so I don't think it matters that much.

After most people abandoned us, Tom joined us and we went to the Duke. We made Tom walk all the way through Newtown to meet us, just to walk all the way back again. Tom foresaw that happening, but I was unmoved by his pleas. He didn't seem to mind that much anyway.

We sat around in the Duke and micro-managed our friend's relationship for a while. I'm not sure that SMS by consensus is an improvement, but I hope it is. It's definitely more fun.

Then we walked back to our house so the bulk of the remainder could play Wii. I didn't play, because as I told David, so far Godfather is the only good thing I've seen on the Wii. And it would be almost as good on something else. But I did drive Jo Kemp home. We had a very good chat about what is wrong with people and ourselves. Although we're both still unconvinced there is that much wrong with ourselves.

Then I drove home, drank some water and fell asleep. The sleep was instantaneous too, which was a lovely change. Maybe it's the lack of uni stress. Maybe going to bed at 2am is just better that way.