The Next Chapter
It's been a while since I've blogged while drunk, and considering tonight's consumption of vodka with lemonade, vodka with Red Bull, and vodka with vodka, I think it's time I did it again.
Drinking a multi-vegetable, multi-fruit juice in a concerted attempt to sober up so I can sleep, it's time to reflect on the evening that was my going-away party.
First up, the exploration of the meaning behind my gifts.
Exhibit One is, to be on the safe side, currently un-nameable due to marketing restrictions, but I can say with all certainty that it is a nightmare personified in fabric. The last major poker machine game I worked on, the one that made me go through many hours of unpaid overtime (one of the joys of being on a salary), has been immortalised in the form of a matching blue-and-yellow cap and t-shirt. My plan is to wait for a full moon; pick a nice, dark, hilltop and burn them.
Exhibit Two is a copy of Robert G. Barrett's Leaving Bondi, with a 'doctored' cover.
Highlights of the evening include:
- Buying dinner and two drinks. The rest was all a gift, although my liver may not agree.
- Watching my boss try to sell a determined couple on the idea of a baby.
- Having someone laugh up a puddle of Irish Car Bomb (a cocktail involving a depth charge in Guinness), onto my new book.
- Listening to all the drunken truths that came out. It's amazing what people will tell you once you are leaving.
- Being told that I'll be missed, by a number of people. Makes for a bittersweet end to it all.
- Hearing someone referred to as 'Mr. Blindo.'
- Coming home to a box full of yummy, all natural lollies.
- Having the evening end without falling asleep in the garden. It appears I have grown up after all.
It's been great working with all of you.
And once the family obligations of Easter are over, the next chapter truly begins.
Yes!
5 comments:
Mazoltov! And...I have a question...
How come everytime I come here, you're profile picture is different?
Hey Sandra, I'm only a Doctor of Street Cred, which is fine if the boyz in tha hood is giving you trouble, but not so good in a medicinal sense.
M. G., I have it set up to display a random image from a folder of images. Same goes for the background. It's all very sneaky computery stuff (actually it's pretty easy).
And so it begins...
Nothing like a good drunken stupor to get the ball rolling. Congratulations on taking the next step. You're a braver man than I.
And M.G., don't let him fool you, those are actually a random sampling of his noted disguises in his role as an International Man of Mystery. Though how he fits into that little boy suit, I have no idea. I hear it involves trusses.
Does he ever dress up as an International Woman of Mystery?
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