The last one standing

Met up with my old university housemates and hangers-on on Saturday. It was good seeing everyone again, but the couple-club were in the majority so actually catching up with any of them was difficult. I'm all in favour of girlfriends and fiancées being brought along -- because if I were seeing someone I wouldn't want them excluded from such get-togethers -- but can't you let go of their hands for just a second? It gets to the point where each couple becomes a single entity, instead of six people you have just three (Alcath, Davejane, and Laetitiapaul). Encroaching upon that group is becoming increasingly difficult, esp. when you find yourself shoved on the end of the table like an unexpected guest.

I missed the rugby (amazing, being in Bath, how Davejane managed to pick the one bar that wasn't showing it). Disappointed on Sunday when I found out that the matches (England's, Wales', and Scotland's) were all really good.

Wombat Rob and I were late getting to the meal, and the other three (now accompanied by Laetitiapaul's T.A. Mate) were already tucking into wine and rolls. I recoiled a little when I looked at the menu, and saw the average price of a main course was about £18, but I wasn't too worried about that after I had eaten. The food was fantastic.

The evening fizzled out at 2300hrs, which was a shame because I was paying for a B&B room. Alcath and Davejane were terribly rude in leaving without saying goodbye to anyone (or at least they tried to, but Laetitiapaul caught up with them). Those of us left decided it was best to call it a night.