Saturday involved prep work for the works awards night, that is to say, I lounged about all day in my pants playing CODBO, drinking oodles of this stuff :
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| rrrrrRRRRAAAARGH! |
The wife was out at a baby shower, not hers, a girl from works. In the past 12 months there have been 6 pregnancies on our floor at work. It's incredible. There must be something in the water that comes out of the drinks machine. Because it doesn't really taste like water. It tastes more like a mixture of Vimto, orange juice, coffee and tea. She then went to her mums to get her rollers put in, came home, did her makeup, I went to get some petrol, came back, sat round for a bit, then hastily showered, shaved again, threw my new suit on and for the first time in 3 years we were ahead of schedule for our night out.
We looked like this :
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| I can't smile on demand. Wifey looks ace though. |
We left to pick up some friends, far too early, and got to the venue again, far too early. Every turned up eventually, and everyone looked really good. It's a great event and it's always fun to get dressed up. They handed out the awards to mostly absent people, but there was one award that could only be handed out to a person or people who had attended, and it was the award for best dressed person, or couple.
Yeah, we won. That wasn't embarrassing at all.
Had a great evening, lots to drink, pretty decent food. And I feel only a little rough today.
