A Tale of Four Parties

Well, except one of them was a gaming event - but I am not one to let facts stand in the way of a blog entry.
And in any case, said gaming event did involve more drinking than one of the parties!


The celebrating kicked off on an unknown day with a Grand Final watching extravaganza. The event was hosted by The Wiggs and was only a short drive from work - and therefore long drive from home.
The day involved no less than three costume changes from yours truly as beginning the party in one's Collingwood jumper was against the rules of MrRogers and The Electric Tiger; and then one's lesser-of-two-evils coloured attire seemed rather pointless after, oh, 10 minutes or so of footy.

Lack of exciting footy action did allow one to have a catchup talk with Mrs BestFriendSincePrep and also indulge ones fondness for snacks.



The very next day saw another long drive to the vicinity of work. This one was in order to attend a milestone soirée for Supervisor Grand Chief K.

The event marked Hulk's introduction to high society as she, and Salsa Girl, fit perfectly into the Spring Racing garden party theme - oneself also fit perfectly into the sub-theme of car park.

Along the way to being shown the finer points of Croquet by Hulk - just hitting the nearest ball is apparently how one does it properly - one was able to pass pleasantries with the likes of Devil's Advocate (or should that be Devils ), The Administrator and Sonja Roster Queen.



One's third party was the regular all staff training day of which all I can bear to bring myself to mention is the provision of merely adequate amounts of food. Oh Mr Prada why to you torture me so!



Gaming Sunday, being the final of  the parties, began with Hulk's first board game - The Little Mole Who Knew it was none of his Business - big thanks My Guitarist for the poo-themed book, game, and plush mole bundle.
Gaming partying continued with a plethora of games and attendees - Legion2, Pirate Dave, Amoeba, and Miasmakat finally putting in an appearance after 15 years on the invite list - all of us dosed with lashings of the finest whiskey.


All in all a grand series of good times - and a jolly good reason for not posting anything for a month or more.
.

Conquering the Maze

So Hulk and I were working on her activity book when this happened...

Gifted I tell you, Gifted!
.

Fully Catered Training

Ah, yes. There are oh too few phrases that can bring one such absolute joy as "A Week of Fully Catered Training". However one has been double blessed this week as the companion phrase "including free ice cream fridge" has also been a frequent utterance.

It hasn't been easy though. Why yesterday there was sheer panic as the Today's Menu blackboard was still blank at the end of morning tea!!!!

As one heads into one's final day of training one is hoping for two things:
- the fulfillment of the occasionally uttered phrase "beer fridge unlocks at 2pm Friday"
- and one being able to discern just what this training is for.
.

Playing Millennium Falcon the Right Way

Nothing makes a father's heart sing more than hearing the phrase,

"Dad, I want to play Milenum Falcon".

To find out that one has apparently been missing out all these years on the true majesty that such an undertaking could become is a gift beyond compare. Thank you Hulk for opening my eyes.

And thank you Zombie Monkey for that long ago gift of said Millennium Falcon.
.