Friday, February 11, 2005
My Big Fat Greek Birthday Party
Unfashionably late, and perhaps with distateful timing, 3 guys stroll into the restaurant and begin their quest to rapidly inebriate prior to catching the Last Train Home. This was achieved. The unforseen included:
- EY appearing at about 11pm, in time and out of step. Men shouldn't dance.
- Plates being smashed in traditional Greek style. Messy & violent. Yet in some way -and you are permitted to make sweeping judgements about my blood/alcohol ratios at this point - it did not feel like a much ridiculed mock cultural experience. Instead, people were just breaking stuff. Nice.
- Some flawlessly attractive woman falling in love with AM. He spoke, with distressingly nonchalant ease, knowing that a girl sitting 2 to the right was open jawed, aghast and at awe for his Glaswegian unshaven balding middleaged charm. Jealous? Moi?
Quote I like today:
"Age? That's just chronology" from random project manager
And I think I know what the next Big Aim is....Keeping it simple. With that in mind, I am now of to ponder something critical - Does banana milkshake come from monkeys?
