Water cooler gossip

Nope, not much to be had at the Library Christmas party, though there was some serious rug cutting later on, always mindful of the lumbago. Things were enlivened by the youth contingent having drinking games in the kitchen, fueled by a bucket of punch. Punch recipes have changed very little as far as I can see, but this version was much classier than most I've had. Smirnoff and something called Wipeout (prophetic?) juice and fruit salad. Not tinned fruit salad, freshly made. A number of people were very merry on wine, and mercifully not a karaeoke number to be heard. At least I don't think there was. I got the start time wrong and was late, even for my imaginary start time.
Afterwards several people went into town, I thought I was rather brave going along as well since graduation was on. I went to 10 bar, watched some funny dancing and lamented the shameful misuse of C & C music factory samples in bad pop dance music. Escaped from there as quickly as possible and checked out Carousel. I will always be inclined to call it Casserole now since someone forgot the name and went with that. Just like Alibi will be pronounced Aleebee.
The taxi queues were phenomenal so I was glad I could just walk home unnoticed. Why would anyone notice a derilict sloping up the hill when there was so much tacktastic dress on display? Glassons, you have a lot to answer for.

Lazy sunday afternoon

There's something about sunny afternoons in Dunedin. It doesn't matter what the actual temperature is, but if there is there merest hint of sun everyone will be out pretending to sunbathe in their backyards or on their rooves, listening to music. Our neighbours had a real smorgasboard. One was rocking the Linkin Park, another blaring Queen, and so on. Down town I noticed a flat full of students drinking beer on the roof and proudly playing The Gambler. They presumably thought this was cool and ironic - I guess you have to let people figure out for themselves how hackneyed it is. Sometimes the stuff they are playing ironically is goo too - you hear things you might not have thought of in years. Its just terribly aging to think that they are listening to it and laughing in the way you would listen to your parents music and think 'DAGGY'.
How I have longed to use that term.
So it is a nice day out there and the good folks are out there washing their cars. I am inside procrastinating about my assignment instead. I've done my dash outside, I just about overheated walking home in the hat and coat I was wearing. Sun burn you understand. Maybe one day I will really freak people out and wear clothes that show snippets of my pasty white skin. Or maybe not, I have my pride.