Monday already., eh? Let's see if we can get a weekend summary going.
We had a leaving night on Friday. One of the Monkeys from our sister(?) team has given it all up to go to Malaysia. We do suspect he's off to become a ladyboy, but that may be conjecture. Anyway, we headed off to Centraal in Edinburgh where the boys, and girls, were busily eating away at the suspiciously pub grub looking fare. Glad I missed that then. They do have a nice little feature where all diners throw a die before eating, and if they get a six, their meal is free, and for a five, half price. By all accounts the boys done good. A number of 6's and 5's, resulting in a stewards enquiry from the foreign manager to ensure the dice weren't loaded and copious amounts of free food and extra beer money for the kids. Get in!
At this point though, I was at the bar with Air, who had arrived a bit behind me. I was busily supping away on my Budweiser as he chastised me for not getting into the spirit of the bar, which had an amazing collection of foreign amber nectar (altough not that many were amber, come to think of it). I, of course, took the critisism well and proceeded to order random things from the bar. I tried to stick to draft, given the nature of flavour being better from such. Oh, and I think there's a legal requirement that draft beer has to be less alcoholic than ethanol. Not so with the bottles, as Air found out. There's a beer called Forbidden Fruit, maybe, which is the strength of Atlas, of which he partook. I ordered the draft beer with the longest name, which looked a bit German, but was greeted with a glass of Cremola Foam, cherry flavour. We, of course, took the sensible option and ordered some vodka and lemonade chasers to cleanse the palate.
As the night proceeded, as apparently it did, we managed to have some chat with the crazy kids that had decided to make sure our exiting workmate actually left. Some good craic was had, for a bundle of techies the chat was devoid of dungeons and dragons references, which was nice.
We moved on to another bar, where I bumped into some old friends that I hadn't seen for a while. Cue surreal images and various time travelling through the unexpected rip in dimensions that this caused. We bounced around in here for a while, sporadically trying to crash land back to earth at the right orbit to hit the right city, and failing.
Next, night club where some of the guys had VIP tickets. Which they'd received from the pamphlet handing student at the door. Us normal people had to pay 2 quid for the priviledge of entering this dive.
So, wrapped up the night relatively early with a chicken and sweetcorn pizza, dropping Air off (without his keys) at home and forking out next months mortgage to a lovely, grinning, taxi driver to get back to the sticks.
Saturday was poor.