Quiet week
Quiet week. My elite research skills won me kudos at work, which made me feel better after the major stuff ups last week.

Friday my friend Matt was back in town from London, where he's been since 2002, so we had a big night that ended with us playing the Lord of the Rings pinball really badly, and then him being refused entry to a bar for being too drunk (actually it was drugs more than alcohol, but we didn't press the point); and included seemingly endless streams of Irish tourists telling us how 'we didn't want to come overseas and just meet Irish people' (leading us to wonder what they were doing drinking in an Irish bar), and attempts to chat up the barmaid ("you're from Galway? That's such a beautiful town"). Which failed.

Saturday I played hacky with Matt and Damian and after starting off playing like a drunken baby giraffe I improved. Then off to a barbecue with some of Rhonda's friends, also back from overseas, where the cocktails were well-made and the conversation interesting. Which was enough for me. And now I'm sitting inside on a bright sunny day, allegedly studying but really internetting. 
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