April 26, 2008

Of all the people in all the world - and let's face it, there's quite a few - why in the name of all things holy - and there's quite a few of those, too - would you invite me to the opening of your restaurant?

Picture the scene:

Zeds, Redleader, Rubychoo, and our work colleague Ritchie, are sharing a table.

Wine "ensues".

Pungent garlic tiger prawns arrive, on pasta.

More wine "ensues".

Steaks arrive. (Bloody great steaks, btw. And fantastic cheesy red pepper mash.)

(At this point, it sounds normal, doesn't it?)

But as Rubes or Reds will no doubt gleefully point out at some stage today, all did not end quite like that.

In summary:

1) I spilled wine all over myself.

2) I spilled water all over my meal.

3) I accidentally set fire to a questionnaire and a serviette - just as the co-owner who already didn't like me very much was sat there doing the polite post-meal chat thing.

4) I apparently started an argument with same unliking-me-even-more-than-before-and-that-was-quite-a-lot-already-co-owner person

No, really.

Somehow, I don't think I'll be asked back.

*Cough*

Pictures:

Me, covered in wine

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Rubychoo:

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And again:

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A burnt questionnaire (and yes, it stank the place out):

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