Good Behaviour At Party Pays off
So over the weekend was Tall Friend’s Son’s christening. On Saturday night, the Little Fella was looked after by his grandparents, which meant that us youngsters (these things are all relative) could have a party. Three good reasons for this - wetting the baby’s head is an excellent tradition; Tall Friend’s Wife is now no-longer the only source of food for the Little Fella, so alcohol is back on her list of allowed [but guilty] (Tall Friend is Catholic) pleasures; and because it seemed like a good excuse, I guess!
Anyway, despite the excellent spread of great food on supply, I didn’t over-indulge. I even partially resisted the temptations of the superb local beer, which Tall Friend’s Wife’s Brother (maybe it’s time I started using real names) had supplied - a full barrel in fact. And when the tequila slammers came round, later in the evening, I only had one, just to be sociable.
No, this was an evening in which I was very well behaved. I danced with Daughter to ‘I Wanna Be Like You’ from the Jungle Book; Johnny B Goode by Chuck Berry; and Dead Man’s Music by Ludes. I didn’t drink more Laphroaig than is good for me and suggest any inappropriate behaviour to anyone. And I was delighted to find that someone I’d always thought a bit of a t**ser when we were students actually has a lot going for him.
This isn’t to say that I was completely perfectly behaved. I mean, I just can’t help it sometimes . . .
There was a somewhat odious man there, who, early in the evening, seemed to want to impress me with his ability to ‘chat up women’, with the “I know your star sign” line (its playing the odds - at only 12:1, it’s a better bet than the lottery was his logic). Don’t know why he wanted to impress me - maybe there was a subtext that I wasn’t privy to. Anyway, initially, I sent him in the direction of Wife and VonSmallHaussen, safe in the knowledge that they were more than a match for him.
Naturally, he was soon back, and then claimed that, as he works in broadcasting electronics the most impressed he’s ever made a woman was when he phoned up X, and told her to switch to BBC2, and when she counted to three, he’d make the picture go all wobbly. . . . At this point, I wondered how much he needed to impress, how hard he always had to try, and whether or not he was in fact as gullible as he seemed to think everyone else was.
So I replied that . . .
. . . the most impressed that I’d ever made a woman was when I phoned a girlfriend and told her to switch on CNN, which at the time had a picture of a palace in Baghdad on. I told her that when I counted to three, the building would explode, which it duly did.
Odious Man asked how I knew that was going to happen, and I replied that I was the one pointing the target laser at the building for the bomb. . . .
And he fell for it. The trouble is that once you’re on a roll, it’s hard to know just where to stop. So by the end of the evening, for some reason (I did not explicitly claim ANY of this), he seemed to think that I work for MI6, I had serious doubts about his loyalty to the country, and if he breathed a word of anything we’d been talking about to anyone, it’d be airfreight to the Falklands for him.
VonSmallHaussen may have been involved in this subterfuge. I think she’s a bad influence.
ANYWAY . . . it ended up being a bit of a late night on Saturday, but not particularly boozy. Sunday was the Christening, followed by the drive home. Which is kinda like two rest days in a row.
So Monday was just grrrreat! I had a short ride on Trixie the Fixie in the morning, did some manual chores around the house that I’ve been putting off for ages, and went to the NE31 swim session in the evening. And that was fantastic - the 50 minutes in the pool just flew by.
- Type: Cycle
- Date: 07/02/2007
- Time: 07:00:00
- Total Time: 1:03:00.00
- Distance: 17.8 miles
- Average Speed: 16.95 mph