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Yesterday ended very nicely; after the big old roast had been served, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wechsler, butterbee, shadowdaddy and I played Uno and drank port until we were all very silly. It made me happy.
Dinner itself was a shocking success; ( It was something the size of my thigh but with much less marbling. )We also had roasted parsnips with orange zest and garlic kale (again). Ultimately we had slices of the raspberry star cake from Maison Blanche. I'm very sorry they're closing their Putney branch. Morons.
I don't want to indicate all we've done is eat, but my tendency now is to talk about having biscuits and gravy for breakfast and then sausage and booooooze I mean butterbean gratin for dinner. This is probably because today is a holiday in England and you can't really do much because most of the shops are closed and public transportation is limited. But instead, I'll talk about Stephen Frye's Cinderella at the Old Vic, which we saw this afternoon. ( Spoilers, but in short: you'll get more panto kick at Dick Whittington's Cat at the Hackney, and it is very rude. )
Afterwards, the four of us went torosamicula's for drinks, which becames drinks and hors d'ouvres AND dinner and dessert (I mean, she said she was going to feed us but I did not expect such a spread!). Wow. We just yacked away - she and interior_lulu are great company and I know butterbee was feeling right at home. We finally got home at 10:30, and ... I've got a whole 'nother week with no work to look forward to! Damn, but it seems like I still haven't had time for my long winter's nap. I'll get to work on that now.
wechsler, butterbee, shadowdaddy and I played Uno and drank port until we were all very silly. It made me happy.Dinner itself was a shocking success; ( It was something the size of my thigh but with much less marbling. )We also had roasted parsnips with orange zest and garlic kale (again). Ultimately we had slices of the raspberry star cake from Maison Blanche. I'm very sorry they're closing their Putney branch. Morons.
I don't want to indicate all we've done is eat, but my tendency now is to talk about having biscuits and gravy for breakfast and then sausage and booooooze I mean butterbean gratin for dinner. This is probably because today is a holiday in England and you can't really do much because most of the shops are closed and public transportation is limited. But instead, I'll talk about Stephen Frye's Cinderella at the Old Vic, which we saw this afternoon. ( Spoilers, but in short: you'll get more panto kick at Dick Whittington's Cat at the Hackney, and it is very rude. )
Afterwards, the four of us went to
rosamicula's for drinks, which becames drinks and hors d'ouvres AND dinner and dessert (I mean, she said she was going to feed us but I did not expect such a spread!). Wow. We just yacked away - she and interior_lulu are great company and I know butterbee was feeling right at home. We finally got home at 10:30, and ... I've got a whole 'nother week with no work to look forward to! Damn, but it seems like I still haven't had time for my long winter's nap. I'll get to work on that now.
