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I had a good time at the Carlton. I got Simont's opinion on the maths I was working on earlier.

I played bridge with Matt, Matt and Pete. It's strange, whenever we do this and I play with Matt, we have a big string of easy major-suit game-contracts, 4H✓4H✓6H✓3H✓4H✓4H✓. Which is relaxing to play but always feels unfair that you were handed things so easy to bid.

Yesterday was fun.

I was thrice accused of not being a cycling person and was glad I had a book. I met Amerys at science park lunch, but got there before anyone else, and lounged reading in the science park bar, and confused them by not leaving my bike outside, it having been a nice day and having strolled, reading, from work thence.

I met some tolkien people for an innmoot at the carlton, which was a bit quiet, and my had impugned my masculinity, again, and my cylingity, again (for carrying a tote bag full of Vorkosigan).

Then I stopped at Alex's on the way back, with board games with LASERs and with GRAVITY. And became embroiled in games of magic, wherein he drew large numbers of minute creatures designed to have synergistic effects, and I drew Ink-Treader Nephilim, designed to do REALLY INSANE THINGS AND PUNS, but lacking any other combo both beat the other to death with them instead.

OK, that wasn't anything to do with bikes or books. The first paragraph sounded better like that :)

I'm being fogged at work. M asked "Having a bad day?" No, it started wonderfully, and then I slept well, with regular water breaks, but then I was late for work and slightly tired...

ie. Last night I went to the carlton for Pippa's bdaythingy. It was great to see Pippa and Edith and Susan and people again. They are very lovely and very cuddly. I'd forgotten how hug-starved I was :) I'm glad Pip managed a good day without being very ill, she deserves it. And was nice to chat to her; normally we talk almost entirely by email or in CTS meetings :)

I was moderately drunk (I remember 4 pints, there may have been another... :)) I was noticeably slurring and wobbly, and chose to walk back, ringing a friend en route, rather than cycle on the road. However, I think I managed to converse coherently and -- with effort -- audably. I think I was about optimal for talking to people; uninhibited enough to join conversations and speak forthrightly unpromptedly and uninhibitedly, but not drunk enough to monopolise or spacing out. Right?

Clare and people are organising a cambridge con in 2007. Go!

M and people were going to oxonmoot. I think I'm right not to try to go two in one year :)

I walked most of the way back with M and people, and caught up with them a bit, and heard more legends about people before my time. At one point we stopped to chew gum, I mean, argue about whether if you jumped in a falling lift you'd hit your head on the ceiling. Eventually we found a convincing rationale (it's like freefall, right? so yes) though this in no way affected our intial certainty that this wouldn't prevent you fatally concatinaring your femurs into your vital internal organs.