Apologies to my subscribers, who received a peculiar email yesterday. It was a draft birthday post for a reader who no longer blogs. I forgot to delete it from my scheduled posts.
Kudos to Patrecia for her tenacity, however: she thought it was my birthday and, when confronted with a 404 page, sent me a Happy Birthday email and left a comment on another post, just to be certain. Thank you, Patrecia!
Blame my lapse on Saturday night. My friend Alison, who took me to Spain, has a son about to go off to Germany for several years, to do his Physics PhD at the German equivalent of CERN. We are all rather proud of him. His parents threw him a joint birthday/going away party.
I’ve been to parties before; I know they involve late nights and alcohol. At Alison’s parties, they also involve good food. I was game for a night out: if you feed me, I will come.
I got dressed up and everything. I wore brown because physics has always been brown to me. I don’t know why. Chemistry is green and biology is blue. Is it like that for you? Or is my brain just remembering the colours of my school exercise books?
ASIDE: While trying to find the name of the place where Phil will be studying in Hamburg, I came across the answer to the question, Has the large Hadron Collider destroyed the world yet? If you’ve been dying to find out (or want to find out if you’re dying), go here.
The food was great and I drank double my usual ration, having two glasses of dry white wine and one large glass of orange juice, soaked up by curry, Doritos and Alison’s superb puddings. I began to nod off in my chair around 10:45, but forced myself to stay awake to stop the Hub snarling at guests who dared to ignore the huge chocolate cake in favour of the cheesecake. If he ever leaves me, it will be for Alison’s cheesecake. Several times a year and always at Christmas, she makes a cheesecake for the Hub and he becomes one of those slug things which eat their dinner from the inside out.
We had to stay until midnight so we could sing Happy Birthday to Phil, who turned 23 on Sunday. Then we had to stay until half-past-midnight because it would have been rude to rush off.
When we got home, Molly dog begged us to watch Doctor Who before bed, instead of waiting for Sunday; and Spud wet himself. *
*In my drunken stupor, I may have confused those two events.
Wee washed, Who watched, I fell into bed around a quarter-to-two and slept until nine-forty a.m. I slept again for a couple of hours in the afternoon, then had an early night. I did nothing yesterday and I woke up with a headache this morning.
The Hub calls me a lightweight when it comes to partying. Tell me he’s wrong.
With Phil’s party, my brown top and The Big Bang Theory, there has been a lot of psychics on my blog lately. I didn’t see that coming.