Ok, so this was ultra-confusing. But awesomely so.
The 'Ambassadors' had dinner tonight, minus a few non-essentials *cough*Meng*cough*. The occasion was the ambiguous part. Was it for Ray's birthday? Was it a random gathering of Ambassadors? Was it a chance to ditch Meng and talk behind his back? Was it a GMC meeting over drinks?
In truth, I think it was a combination of all of the above.
It was great. I think the only blight upon the night (ha, rhymes) was James being late. God, I hate waiting for that guy. It was raining too. Now everybody knows the truth, James. That's what you get for lying to everybody.
So we met up with Stef with an F at MC, Moonwalked our way towards Ray and into the restaurant on Lonsdale (I think).
Dinner happened, craziness, hilarity and laughter ensued. The waiters were hilarious. Hayley asked for the cake and sparklers to go with it. He thought we wanted speakers. We said no.
So then he brought the cake out. Turns out to be the wrong one. And he'd lit the candle and everything. Poor cake.
Ray cut up the cake into elephant-sized pieces, presumably because he could eat that much in one go. Elephant-sized, as in each piece was the size of an elephant, not as in elephant bite-sized.
Needless to say, my assumption was wrong, Ray couldn't finish his five pieces of cake, so I asked for a box. The girl gave me a box with an over-sized lid. So the logical thing to do, instead of giving us a lid that went over the box, was, of course, to Glad-Wrap it. Duh.
The train ride home was good fun. The car trip back home was dangerous and slightly illegal, yet oddly thrilling. I think I'm hooked on speeding now. Thanks a lot Anna. Oh, and thanks for the lift.
I think I'll try and organise a poker night next. Problem is, my dog is a bit wacko. I'll try and get something sorted out. In the meantime, Elena and James can organise the road trip. Should do this again sometime.
Oh, and Happy 19th Birthday Ray. Again.
Word of the Day: Late
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