Monday, December 12, 2005
Weekend report with Chevy Chase
The farewell season at the ICTY has started - just as I get to know people, they start leaving. Big party on Friday night, which started at my place with a few intimate friends for cocktails and canapes. I made rum punch (but not mai tais - never again) and Caroline made cosmos, and we danced and had shots, and were all well sozzled by the time we left for the bar. Were even more sozzled when we left the bar to go dancing at The Hole in the Wall, which I think should be filled in - they played the most dreadful music. Got home and talked shit until around 6.
The next day, for all the housemates and others further afield, was a saga of efforts to leave the house. Ana managed at 2:30, I managed at 3:30, Caroline got out at 5, Eric at 6, Harris at 8, Brad at 10 and Kristy not at all. Going outside was, admittedly, a bit of a shock, especially the discovery that the world outside, in stark contrast to the world inside my head, was not a barren wasteland, with piles of wreckage and acrid smoke the only evidence that there had once been life.*
The excursions themselves weren't very successful, as I failed to get a bike key and watched an unimaginably boring game between the Geordie Crybabies and the Thugs. Did however manage a game of scrabble which featured the rare words Deedilioh and Deedilioho.
Sunday was better and worse, as I had some fine Dim Sum, and saw a good movie (see above), but watched more awful football (ditto).
And that was the weekend. I'm Neil Johnson and you're not.
* Fascinating fact: the Chernobyl meltdown has actually been good for wildlife. Because no people have been allowed to live in the region (and because most of the animals died instantly, so there was very little radiation-induced mutation), the area has apparently become something like what Europe was before vast human settlement, with wild horses and other things running around. This is not to ignore the vast toll in animal deaths around the meltdown, and in human life and disease since then, but it is a bit weird.
The next day, for all the housemates and others further afield, was a saga of efforts to leave the house. Ana managed at 2:30, I managed at 3:30, Caroline got out at 5, Eric at 6, Harris at 8, Brad at 10 and Kristy not at all. Going outside was, admittedly, a bit of a shock, especially the discovery that the world outside, in stark contrast to the world inside my head, was not a barren wasteland, with piles of wreckage and acrid smoke the only evidence that there had once been life.*
The excursions themselves weren't very successful, as I failed to get a bike key and watched an unimaginably boring game between the Geordie Crybabies and the Thugs. Did however manage a game of scrabble which featured the rare words Deedilioh and Deedilioho.
Sunday was better and worse, as I had some fine Dim Sum, and saw a good movie (see above), but watched more awful football (ditto).
And that was the weekend. I'm Neil Johnson and you're not.
* Fascinating fact: the Chernobyl meltdown has actually been good for wildlife. Because no people have been allowed to live in the region (and because most of the animals died instantly, so there was very little radiation-induced mutation), the area has apparently become something like what Europe was before vast human settlement, with wild horses and other things running around. This is not to ignore the vast toll in animal deaths around the meltdown, and in human life and disease since then, but it is a bit weird.
