After a long and quite stressful week (though a lot of the stress was nice stress, IYKWIM! ) it was great to sit around until almost 3.00 am drinking some wonderful whiskeys, hanging out with friends, and reminiscing about role-playing and other things.
Once the crew, jarratt_gray
, and myself were all there, we went on an expedition for water for the cask-strength whiskies and bread to go with the dukkah, all climbing into mr_orgue
First we went to the Pantsu Express, and were decidedly unimpressed with what they had left in the way of bread. So we went the back way to Upper Hutt, jarratt_gray
directing the driver by saying "this way" or "that way", nicely avoiding the problem of dyslexia.
Stopping at the Woolworths, we were tempted by the 'real' organic Highland shortbread, but put off by the price. The Woolworths signage indicted that "entertainment" was to be had down a certain isle, though it seemed their idea of entertainment consisted only of alcohol, so that was disappointing.
Searching for bread, we found a Sicilian Horn and just had
to buy it. The journey back had us speculating on which parts of the journey represented which section of the "Hero's Journey".
So we began on the whiskey. The Sicilian Horn gave us much amusement, including reminding jarratt_gray
of the Wine
episode of Black Books
. We watched it and found it hilarious. I discovered that having dukkah with kiwifruit chocolate is a waste of dukkah. The chocolate overpowers it completely
I would like to give a list of the fine whiskey's we sampled, but frankly I didn't bother memorizing the names. Maybe one of the others bothered doing that.
The only slightly worrying thing about the evening is that jarratt_gray
was taking photos. I suspect there are some seedy looking individuals in that camera's RAM now.
I was truly drunk when I flowed down the steep drive to head home, at that stage of drunkenness where one feels like a king of the night, especially seeing as the streets are dead and empty at that time, the only sounds the running of small rivulets at the side of the road, every now and then a particularly loud rain drop, the creak of my leather coat and the clack of my shoes.
It was lightly raining and small drops glistened silvery on the power lines and trees reflecting streetlight in many directions. I made a large shadow as I walked past some lights, swinging coat and swagger.
And yet this morning, when I awoke I felt a lot less seedy than I had the previous morning after a couple of bottles of Kingfisher. The warmth of the company, room, and whiskey obviously driving any potential hangover's away!
Today I received a corset and several other pieces of female lingerie in the post. Because a stupid US company, not content with trying to charge me twice for the items, mucking me around a lot in the beginning about ensuring the credit card was valid, failing to place the correct thing on the customs declaration thus costing me extra in duty and GST, also failed to put the correct shipping address on the package, even though the correct shipping address was on the invoice in the plastic document holder on the box. Fecking idiots. I certainly am not dealing with that company again.
Ah well the goods are on the way to their lovely owner, hopefully in time for them to be used at a certain upcoming event. Shame it will not be until a bit later until I get to see what they look like! :)
Also received the AA membership I had to purchase last Tuesday evening today. Came with a free CD of NZ Music from George FM. Am listening to it now. Most not really the sort of stuff I like, but Rhian Sheehan's Degrees of Freedom
is nice background ambience
Pretty lazy day other than the washing.
Looking forward to the Rumpus
If anyone's not already coming, come along! And bring dancing shoes!