Liz's birthday
Jul. 13th, 2005 01:33 pmLast night was Liz's birthday (celebration) in the Bath House[1]. It was good, I haven't seen Liz for ages.
Cambridge birthdays always have this thing where friends from different groups mix, which sometimes gets on well, and sometimes awkwardly split into disjoint unsocialising groups. This seemed to go well, There were housemates, internet people, choir people and winkers[2], who seemed to homogenise somewhat.
And of course, this means it's very hard to predict how many people'll be there, since you often get people deciding in groups of 6, so you can be sure you'll have no-one or twenty people. But it makes you feel popular.
The winkers were playing a bizarro whist variant (tm) drinking game, which was interesting; I haven't played genuine drinking games since first year.
It was nice to meet Liz's housemates again when something within a horizon of sober, and find they were nice, interesting people. I hope roger won't mind my saying that before my most vivid memory was these teeth coming at me (sorry :)) but now seemed nice (and, untraditionally, prettier, than when I was off my skull). I found several LJ addresses, incresing my proportion of "friendslist I've kissed" and "people I've kissed I liked" :)
What's the best tag for small world syndrome? It has to be something short and fairly unique. Anyway, Liz didn't actually know anyone I knew in a different way, unless you count playing some of the winkers at Croquet for the tolkien society. (We *will* learn, I tell you, *will* learn to play better/well.)
But this morning I got up early and saw a (ex-trinity) friend on the way to work, and discover Liz's working for the same company, owned by some of his (catholic) friends (iirc).
[1] The pub.
[2] Tiddlywinks society.
Cambridge birthdays always have this thing where friends from different groups mix, which sometimes gets on well, and sometimes awkwardly split into disjoint unsocialising groups. This seemed to go well, There were housemates, internet people, choir people and winkers[2], who seemed to homogenise somewhat.
And of course, this means it's very hard to predict how many people'll be there, since you often get people deciding in groups of 6, so you can be sure you'll have no-one or twenty people. But it makes you feel popular.
The winkers were playing a bizarro whist variant (tm) drinking game, which was interesting; I haven't played genuine drinking games since first year.
It was nice to meet Liz's housemates again when something within a horizon of sober, and find they were nice, interesting people. I hope roger won't mind my saying that before my most vivid memory was these teeth coming at me (sorry :)) but now seemed nice (and, untraditionally, prettier, than when I was off my skull). I found several LJ addresses, incresing my proportion of "friendslist I've kissed" and "people I've kissed I liked" :)
What's the best tag for small world syndrome? It has to be something short and fairly unique. Anyway, Liz didn't actually know anyone I knew in a different way, unless you count playing some of the winkers at Croquet for the tolkien society. (We *will* learn, I tell you, *will* learn to play better/well.)
But this morning I got up early and saw a (ex-trinity) friend on the way to work, and discover Liz's working for the same company, owned by some of his (catholic) friends (iirc).
[1] The pub.
[2] Tiddlywinks society.