// December 19th, 2005 // No Comments » // Personal
Saturday – The St Mary’s Country Inn Corner Crew Christmas Lunch
If there is one occasion in the year that is likely to end in a drunken mess then it really has to be the Christmas party organised by a bunch of people who tend to meet each other in the local pub … think Cheers on ice.
The restaurant that could consider itself honoured to play host to this monumental event was the Windmill in St. Peter. It used to be … well … a windmill before being converted into a jewellery workshop and a lovely bistro / bar kind of affair. I won’t go into to much detail but suffice to say the food was fantastic, the portions generous, the wine corking (which is almost totally the opposite of corked) and the company, mostly, buoyant and bubbly.
One thing that did occur to me though. This was the third party of the year and each one has provided the same make of Christmas crackers with the same crap toys. The highlight of these crackers are the measuring spoons that have no units and don’t seem to represent any known quantity or volume… they do however make wonderful catapults as the Windmill staff found out to their cost
After lunch (a blinding 2 hours this time) we adjourned to the upstairs lounge which was round (it’s a windmill remember) and had very odd but rather cool lighting that phased between colours meaning the room would be green, red, blue or purple depending on the time you looked at it. There was dancing (don’t worry guys – no video just yet), drinking, singing and the slow descent into the drunken comfort zone.
Of course for some the comfort zone is just the precursor to a darker more maudlin place and that state was achieved by at least two of the assembled party over the course of the evening. This of course simply goes to show that alcohol is a great leveller … drink enough of it and you will end up sobbing into your best mate’s shoulder for no reason other than somebody stole the last party popper!
Sunday – No Christmas Party!!!
I did officially naff all Sunday. Quiet dinner with the folks and a swift bevy or two to swap stories (and assemble memories) with the corner crew and home, bed, sleep.
The next party is Tuesday with another one one Wednesday and the final one on Friday … then I get a whole weekend off although I have a nagging feeling there’s something happening on Sunday that I should be aware of … oh yeah … Christmas!