Picking up the tempo...
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f4f3When the funeral lunch ended, it seemed natural to say "Everyone back to mine". Not everyone, of course, but my brother and sister, their partners, a nephew, two neices and one of their partner's, and of course my Mum and her husband (that only looks funny written down - normally it's "Mum and Billy", which gets us past all of that step-father stuff). I ran around buying booze and soft drinks and snacks, and found out that I'd only over-catered on the soft-drinks front. It was a good night - much chat, much drinking, and the now-traditional moment when someone realises I've served them beer that went out of date two years ago (who knew that beer went out of date?).
Everyone was gone by not long after midnight - my mum was last out, after we sang Happy Birthday to her, and she did a bit of light tidying. No, seriously.
Her birthday celebration proper was on the Saturday night, a splendid Italian meal with a slightly expanded cast, and then back to her hotel for a few drinks. It was mostly West-End based, so I walked, putting a bit of a dent in my over-indulgences. Which were modest.
Mostly modest.
Modest compared to the following Friday.
Friday was that rarest of things these days, an LJ meet up. The occasion was N's visit to Edinburgh, but also in attendance were people who's LJ handles rarely get a run out these days, such as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
psychochicken and zantic, compulsive scribblers danieldwilliam and rhythmaning, and an unplanned but delightful meeting with ms_chatelaine, in town doing something creative or cultural or both.
We started on the Royal Mile, taking up the back corner of a pub which sold lots of whisky, native Scottish food (I had steak and ale pie (or "fake pie" as N described it) and much Haggi was slain by the others). After quaffing some beers and wine, we made our way across to the other side of Princes Street (stopping en route at the Halfway House, a small but perfectly formed pub on the Waverly Steps, and possibly my favourite spot of the evening) where we settled in the Cafe Royal, another place for beer and it turned out wine.
Dan then found us a cocktail bar, which met with mixed reviews. I actually really liked it, since it had a great view out across the Gardens to the old town, but it was short on beer and long on cocktails, which is a bit of a bugger if you don't like cocktails. Which I do.
On again, to (I think) the Electric Circus, which was having a Hip Hop night and not, as it should have had, an Eighties Night. After showing the children how to boogie, there was time for another beery pub (I may have been saying things like "Why do they have so many beery pubs? Couldn't they just have one big one?" loudly by now) and then staggering off to our various beds. As I say, propably the most I've over-indulged in a good long time, but I woke up feeling remarkably chipper for so little sleep. Yes, N, you can come back again.
Next: Idol Worshipping in Glasgow....
Everyone was gone by not long after midnight - my mum was last out, after we sang Happy Birthday to her, and she did a bit of light tidying. No, seriously.
Her birthday celebration proper was on the Saturday night, a splendid Italian meal with a slightly expanded cast, and then back to her hotel for a few drinks. It was mostly West-End based, so I walked, putting a bit of a dent in my over-indulgences. Which were modest.
Mostly modest.
Modest compared to the following Friday.
Friday was that rarest of things these days, an LJ meet up. The occasion was N's visit to Edinburgh, but also in attendance were people who's LJ handles rarely get a run out these days, such as
psychochicken and zantic, compulsive scribblers danieldwilliam and rhythmaning, and an unplanned but delightful meeting with ms_chatelaine, in town doing something creative or cultural or both. We started on the Royal Mile, taking up the back corner of a pub which sold lots of whisky, native Scottish food (I had steak and ale pie (or "fake pie" as N described it) and much Haggi was slain by the others). After quaffing some beers and wine, we made our way across to the other side of Princes Street (stopping en route at the Halfway House, a small but perfectly formed pub on the Waverly Steps, and possibly my favourite spot of the evening) where we settled in the Cafe Royal, another place for beer and it turned out wine.
Dan then found us a cocktail bar, which met with mixed reviews. I actually really liked it, since it had a great view out across the Gardens to the old town, but it was short on beer and long on cocktails, which is a bit of a bugger if you don't like cocktails. Which I do.
On again, to (I think) the Electric Circus, which was having a Hip Hop night and not, as it should have had, an Eighties Night. After showing the children how to boogie, there was time for another beery pub (I may have been saying things like "Why do they have so many beery pubs? Couldn't they just have one big one?" loudly by now) and then staggering off to our various beds. As I say, propably the most I've over-indulged in a good long time, but I woke up feeling remarkably chipper for so little sleep. Yes, N, you can come back again.
Next: Idol Worshipping in Glasgow....
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Date: 2015-06-19 07:16 pm (UTC)It's very hard to pinpoint my favourite part of the night, it was all pretty ace. And I think I indulged neither too much nor too little, but exactly the right amount, i.e. I didn't puke on anyone on the flight home. WINNING!
You sound like your party hosting skills are pretty spot on, and I'm glad you had a good evening following the sadness of the day. And happy birthday to your mum!