After a rather whirlwind and unusual week or two I have a nice moment of calm this evening, plus the prospect of a bit of routine and reassuring normality coming up next week. I mean, I actually have a deadline to work to on Wednesday – a deadline! – which is a good feeling to have… simple, straightforward accomplishments to pursue, which are sometimes much needed. And more social events to liven them up with too, of course
Don’t get me wrong: this weekend was lots of fun, and a decent excuse to return to blogging. On Friday I hopped up to Cambridge for an double-bill of CULES entertainment (that’s the Cambridge University Light Entertainment Society to you and me) and to marvel at Simon’s manifold acting and writing talents. And in all seriousness, both shows were actually… really really good. Not that I want to sound surprised, of course, but it was a case of pantomime being funny from being done right, rather than from being done not-so right, which is not always the case at these things. Also good was the after-party, particularly down to the exploits of one Mr. Butler, about which I will refrain from going further as I’m still hoping that he will remember me throughout his hotshot lawyer career if I ever need urgently defending in court. (George Galloway doesn’t still read this, right?) We got home at around 4, if memory serves me correctly, and the next morning I may have possibly [note: plausible deniability] enjoyed a rather decadent morning cocktail to boot. Hurray, post-student studenting!
Then on Saturday night it was Emily’s 18th birthday, which Grace and I attended [does that sound too nineteenth century?] and had an utterly charming evening [stop it] with lots of Pringle guzzling [better] and silly dancing with the likes of Saoirse, Tash K and Eleanor to the strident instructions of the Wii [hurrah]. (Once, and only once, I actually managed to win at bloody Just Dance. Clearly a fluke.) A very happy birthday to Emily!
(Oh, and I’m also rather proud of having actually gotten around to making a little display of my America photos for my wall. Words which may well come back to haunt me if the frame crashes off the wall and onto my head in the middle of the night, of course, but I’ll cross that bridge if I come to it…)