Too Meke

Last night was the christmas "party" at the place I have been working. I'm no longer working there though, but got invited to the party anyway. Was a bit of a long evening, started off drinking at the local pub around five, then went to a mexican restaurant where we played Wii and ate deep-fried calamari in the traditional manner. Also I got three people to drink shots of hot sauce and had a great game of christmas cracker frog jumping into peoples beer. Then we went to the bowling lanes where I decided to only drink the finest house red for the rest of the evening. I had an amazing beginning to my game - X, X, 0X, 7/,6/ (that means I knocked down every pin in my first five turns in case you aren't familiar with bowling scores). Unfortunately I started attracting way too much attention for this which made me nervous and the booze started kicking in around the same time so the rest of my game was a bit screwy. Still came first in my team though, but I didn't beat the boss-man, which is what I was aiming for. Then we did karaoke, but I didn't sing much as I couldn't get hold of the book. Did Common People and then discovered that I couldn't find my jacket and spent the rest of the night looking for it, stressing about the fact I couldn't find it and didn't find it until they kicked us all out and it was underneath a cushion on a couch that someone had been sitting on all night. Then I had to walk for about half an hour to a bus stop, wait another half hour for a bus and do the big trip home which takes about an hour and I kept falling asleep then waking up and stressing out that I had gone past my stop. It was impossible to tell because all the windows were totally steamed over, but I somehow managed to get it right and got off at the right place for another twenty minute walk in the coldest cold I've experienced in London so far. I had been to Kathmandu earlier in the day to pick up some things to keep warm (this says a lot about how cold it is cause I hate all that outdoor bs), so I put on my polyprop gloves plus over the top of them fingerless thermal gloves with detachable mitten bits that were very much attached, plus one of those tube scarf things which I wore as a hat and wrapped a scarf very tightly around my face. I also walked most of the way home with my hands on my face in order to keep my face warm as the scarf alone wasn't really cutting it. It's 11:15am here now and the grass in the back lawn is still covered in frost. That should give you an idea of how cold it's getting. I'm so hungover and I've got lots of stuff I need to get sorted, the most important being updating my showreel and getting my next job. Can't really be bothered though, my brain is throbbing and my hands are shaking and I'm hating myself for not being able to cope with the mean hangovers as well as I could until very recently. I'm getting too old. Also my boss told me that he thought that my showreel was "pants" last night, which was interesting as he gave me the job anyway and has been very pleased with my work. Look this is from an email he sent to my agent which my agent forwarded to me - "put simply, he's excellent we are very happy indeed". Pants showreel though (actually this is true as I was in such a rush to leave Auckland and get a girlfriend that between making that Voom video, organizing the Pony Unique gig at Space, and making my portfolio, I ran out of time and ended up devoting a grand total of about two hours to making my showreel). I don't really know how I'm gonna update it as I don't have my own editing/animation software here at the flat.