Saturday night was the J'fooo'c party. Pronounced Jafook. Just Fuck Off Out Of The (silent t) Country. Jafook.
Naturally.
We started early at 4 o'clock. There were a number of people who already had plans -School Disco and Buttoned Down Disco- so I thought it would be a good idea to allow them a bit of flexibility.
I had chosen, totally arbitrarily, the Walkabout nearest Covent Garden, because I had walked past it a few times and it stands out.
Saturday was the Australian Football League cup final. At three o'clock it was standing room only. Hurrah for planning!
Thankfully the football finished before four, but the pub was heaving with happy and drunken and unhappy and drunken Australians.
In dribs and drabs people started to arrive, running the gauntlet of the slippery floor and wildly gesticulating antipodeans of the upper bar and the labyrinthine streets around Covent Garden. But arrive they did.
It was strange seeing people from different spheres of my life all together - old university housemates with people I've known since high school, bloggers, coursemates, a long-lost penpal, people I knew through RaW(...and people who fit in more than one 'category') ...'twas an interesting fusion.
Bloggers reprazenting were D, Pete, Dave, Adrian, Pix and Londonmark, as well as Funjunkie Wild and vobble-bloggers (aie! Blogging-vobblers?) Dave and PaulyG, Chan...I think that's everyone with a URL. Blimey. Welcome to the Internet generation, people.
Also in attendance were ex-housemates Ronnie ( good luck with the exam tomorrow) and Adam, school chum Sharon (I never said 'chum', okay? You were never here. You didn't read this.) EDAT coursemate Summer and Leesha, the lovely Stephanie made her entrance on Mr. Londonmark's arm, penpal Julia, as well as a host of ex RaW bods; Saaaahmon, Ness, Mark T, Paul and Amy, Russ...
Apologies if I've missed anyone out. It was brilliant to see everyone.
After Walkabout started getting crowded again, we headed a few doors down to a place called Porterhouse, where there was a covers band, more drinking, carousing and dancing. Pix already has her cameraphone pictures up.
It was a goodbye party, it was a last hurrah...I got a little emotional when the Buttoned-Down Disco-ers were heading off, as it was a load of goodbyes at once, but the overwhelming atmosphere in the basement of Porterhouse as the band struck out through Reef's Place your Hands and Sharon, Dave, Adam, Wild and myself leapt around to Mr. Jones, was one of celebration. And it was wonderful to see people I'd almost lost touch with and catch up.
So I was anything but blue in Porterhouse. But it seemed a good title.
I read it somewhere.
I had a good time, even on the sparkling water.
Good to see everyone.
And see I wasn't sleazy in the slightest.
That's true!
You have only very respectably asked after the marital status of one of the young ladies present via email.
Well done.
Sssh. She might read this.
Oh, that's more than likely.
... and if she's reading this, it's possible she's read your site, in which case, you're probably screwed (if you're lucky) or not (if you're not).
Either way, no point in worrying about it :)
Oh god if she's reading my site, I'm scuppered.
Well, keep commenting, and she'll realise that she can get to your site through clicking on your name and everything.
Or you could just delete all these comments.
That's right.
But you wont will you.
i command him not to, in the interest of my own sadistic amusement.
I was getting enough of the sadistic amusement myself before you swanned in with your commands, Missy!
but i LIKE swanning in! will you whisper in my ear who she was, darling?
*swsssssswswswhisswswssswwssiswhiss*
So I'm just here to keep you amused is that it? It's like you don't even care about MY feelings.
You're not JUST here to keep us amused. And I'm sure I speak for both Krissa and myself when I apologise most profusely; we didn't realise that you had any.
Ouch. That really hurts you know.
Apologies, good sir, whether you're serious or not.
Comments boxes, as you know, have an impetus all of their own.
do you care about *my* feelings Stuart?
All in good humour, me lad.
Git.
Still I do suspect I'm scuppered.
Not that anything was going to come of it anyway. I'm way to shy.
Would it be the same young lady who Mr Sevitz has described elsewhere as Stuart's cute friend?
And does the young lady know about Mr Sevitz' Reputation?
?
Where?
All of my friends are cute.
Except Adam.
(Hi Adam!)
If she didn't before, she might well do now ;)
What reputation? You lot have fabricated this reputation. I have no reputation.
And yes it was the same girl elsewhere described as such.
Sentence 1: Claimed ignorance
Sentence 2: Passing the blame for something he acknowledges exists
Sentence 3: Denial that it exists
Stop turning this around. I'm innocent of all accusations. I wasn't even the slightest bit sleazy on Saturday.
I spent the whole day atoning for fecks sake.
Atoning. For being sleazy. Right.
Being sleazy is not a sin.
Even if it was, I'm not sleazy. I don't sin.
Part of Yom Kippur is also asking for forgiveness from God for any sins we may commit in the comming year.
Not that I would.
I'm not sleazy. Or a sinner.
Stuart!!
and to think that all this time, I've been introducing you as my cute friend Stuart...
d'oh!
if only I'd known you didn't feel the same way... *sob* *sob*
haha..
cool site btw.. haven’t seen it before!!
So, who are we gossiping about? *grin*
Oh and hello everybody else! How are y’all? D’ya remember me? The extremely pissed one with the crazy dancing...
kinda my trademark.. : )
Shhhh, Adam, it's a secret.
All but blown now.
Wow!
That's quite some progress from yesterday.
Way to go Adrian!
Sigh. The identity that is.
Oh, right, yeah.
37 comments and still no useful answer ...
Give me a bloody chance.
Did you see the content of today's post, by any chance? Pressure, working all hours etc?
Yeah. Don't let your problems get in the way of sorting me out ...
Hi All!
Just wanted to drop by an say it was great meeting you on Sat, Dancin' singin' & drinkin', is there a better way to spend a few hours??
This is just an excuse to gossip like mad!
Oh, yes, and Stu? I was, here, I did read this...
Ah, but how do you know it was you?
(I deleted the repeated comments, by the way. The site is a little slow, apologies, but only click 'comment' once!)
I was commenting on the chum line.......
Whoops sorry.
*runs away and hides in embarrassment*
Presumptuous, cretinous, old me. Gratuitous use of the word 'chum'.
The charges just keep on piling up, don't they?
nice blog!
Nice spam. Glad to see reputable companies like ebookers are scum now too. I never used them anyway.