I didn’t update yesterday - isn’t that naughty? Especially considering I had to post HBs to myself and Glenn. Instead I spent my chuckler time cleaning out the spam that those bastards leave in my comments. I’ve got a new tool with which to thwarte them, however - a php script I’ve written that shows all the comments that I’ve not approved with a secret method of legitimate-comment-detection. Tremble before me, oh spammers. Oh, and I’ve already got MT-Blacklist plugin installed, without which the number of spam comments would go through the roof, no doubt. Yes, Rob W, I will send you a copy of the script
So, the party day on Saturday was a diamond. You know that add for Rosemount Estates … this was a real “Diamond Day”. Started off at Glenn and Lara’s - I was picking people up for a centralized taxi pickup - and Glenn had made a leftover-antipasto pizza. :drool: I happened to have a bottle of Moet with me, so we cracked it open to go with. In a perfect world, I would’ve liked the bottle to be opened with the usual suspects - Bek, Leyton, Blacky, Glara and myself - but that wasn’t going to happen for various reasons. So, with half a complement, we drank - and got to enjoy two glasses each instead of one. :thefinger:

From Glara’s, we picked up Leyton, and then got home. Blacky was home from work, so we had a few scotches to get the mixed drink factor kicking in, and then our cab arrived. The day was spent at the Regatta, Glenn and Blacky betting at the tab. Lara’s friends Brooke and Paddy were there, and Woo joined us a little later. Great day of drinking and storytelling.

We caught a couple of cabs to M&D’s, which was the rendezvous point for the Foo portion of the evening. Our taxi driver was a :jerkit: Chris and Celia joined us there, as did Rob & Nadia. Walked to the Foo and were treated to perhaps the biggest table ever.

We stumbled back home, and had cognac and cigars. The details at this point get a little fuzzy. I remember Glenn falling asleep on the couch, I remember G&R arriving at some stage, I remember the “scream along” in front of the piano and I remember the maxi taxi to the Gentlemen’s club. :naughty:

Let’s just say this now, all subtle like: Lara touched booby :naughty: :bowdown:

Yesterday, the actual birthday, could never compare to this. I had McDonalds Hot Cakes for breakfast :yum: and the work gang went to Fasta Pasta for lunch. A certain someone who we all know we out of his way to make us all wait and then have an unpleasant conversation on the way to the restaurant. That was a downer. I got a lot of work done yesterday, and had no plans for the evening. Leyton felt sorry for me, and insisted that we go out - we picked up Tim R’s mail under the pretense of gonig to the Lonestar Steakhouse, and then went back to the Gabba for Ribbett’s. It wasn’t “bad” but also wasn’t “good”. Icecream for desert from IGA, and we went our seperate ways.

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