Day 69: Belated Birthday Bash

Tonight was the repeat of the attempted birthday bash from last week. 

Thankfully, I was well enough to go, so we got dressed in our best party clothes and, after a wee domino cake presented by Megan at home (complete with a random tealight candle scavenged from the flat), we set off for the train station.

It's always enjoyable taking the train.

There are plenty of opportunities for banter, not least of which was the cool fish eye lens at the High Street Station. 

Pin and Megs are always good photo fun.  Mostly because neither of them like getting their photo taken, and both of them suffer with great grace the many photographic incidents I make them experience.  They smile on command, stand still when ordered, and (in this case) peer owl-eyed into mirrors if need be.  I do love them for that among many other things!

From High Street it was on to Maggie Mays, where we enjoyed a Scottish feast before heading downstairs to hear new gigs in the basement.  Pin had the haggis, neeps and tatties starter, which I helped her enjoy!, and I had venison stew for my main - and, of course, my favourite dessert known to the world, sticky toffee pudding.  "Is there no felicity in the world superior to this?"  (Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen)

Downstairs in the basement there were four bands playing, none of whom we'd heard before, all of whom we enjoyed.  They were The Foundry Men, UKreign, Selective Service, and Davey Horne.  I preferred, in order, number 1, 4, 2, then 3.  We all had differing opinions but overall truly enjoyed watching people in a place where the live music means that people's normal sixth sense of 'feeling' when someone is staring at them was totally gone, and so we could stare at people all we wanted.  I felt kind of invisible sometimes. 

We played the Celebrity Game, where you look around and figure out who looks either like a celebrity or friend, or vaguely like them.  For example, one guy standing all on his own looked very like Clint Eastwood, but was much shorter and thinner so we called him Clint Eastwood's dad.  We also saw the Jew's little brother and Matt Jess's cousin's second cousin.  (Long stories.)  Clint's dad had quite a pull, hooked up with a pretty hot girl, we were surprised he did so well.  Maybe it was the cheekbones.  We had comfy seats on the couches which we were loathe to part with, and Megs got hit on as she walked up the stairs to the toilet and back.  (I don't think he followed her into the toilets, but it sounded like he was interested in that option.)

It was much colder when we left at midnight and I was (as usual) very glad to get into my jammies and rest.

Walk length:  35 minutes