the do got did ( a month late)

Jerry

We finally had our Christmas do!  I admit we have been tardy.  In the office we operate in perfect concert, but outside of work we cannot handle the logistics of arranging social events, and so put them off indefinitely.  It went smoothly enough, although I had to run to the bar/restaurant after my customary Friday humiliation at karate, sporting the kind of sweaty pallor you seldom see on people who aren't going cold turkey after a lifelong opium addiction.

Highlights of the evening:

- Varun and I had knickerbocker glories made with champagne jelly.  Varun hadn't had one before, and is now a knickerbocker evangelist.

- Danny introduced us to Sailor Jerry rum.  Shiver me timbers*, how have we missed this one!  You mix it with ginger ale and some squeezed lime.  It's like Morgan's but nicer.  Drink and repeat**.

- When the fab waitress found out it was our Christmas do, she ran off and came back with crackers!  Not just any crackers, but crackers containing miniature ten-pin bowling sets!

- When the fab waitress found out that we didn't want to go home after our meals / rums, she pointed us in the direction of some nearby underground dive that turned out to be a wondrous drinking-cavern filled with curtained booths!  And Sailor Jerry rum!  We all declared fab waitress to be an object lesson in customer service - not pathologically friendly or ingratiating, but considerate and attentive.  My references to her attentiveness, incidentally, form the indirectly didactic portion of this post.

A fine festive night, all in all.  Roll on next March.

* Strictly speaking, a pirate exclamation, here press-ganged into service.

** 'repeat' in the sense of 'do it again', not 'regurgitate'.