Sunday, July 31, 2005

Julie & Craigs barbeque

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Now that's what I'm talking about. Lets get this straight from the outset. This was Levon's party. Levon is almost 8 weeks old. He thinks that mid-twenties is a cool day. He probably thinks he lives outside too. I can't get my head around it. I want to feel like that!

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There's the lads, posing for a picture. Role models all.
Polly is bigger than Graham
This is Polly. She rocks, but I have to say that, cos look! She's bigger than Graham.

In fact at one point, she didn't like the cut of Mark and Craigs jibs, so she banished them to be trapped in a camera. Which I think you'll agree is the modern version of the 3 baddies in Superman trapped in the diamond shaped glass.
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Levon said "I am LEVON - BABY HE-MON"and so then Polly relented and freed them.
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Always good to have a pint sized super hero around for when things kick off.

And then we all ate LOADS of barbeque food except those that think eatins cheating. Julie made the most amazing guacamole ever, which Craig reckons is only amazing till you taste his guacamole. Mark made up for the 3 years of eating wussy veggie food with me, by consuming: many sausages, homemade burger, some chicken wings, paella, the ribs of half a pig, and a small brewery with a sideline in Jaegermeister & Jameson. I had a veggie burger, and some salads, tequila, beer and MORE GUACAMOLE. None of this managed to soften the hangover today. This morning, we saw that we had brought some beer home. I can only thank the survival instinct that must stopped us drinking it that allows me to be here at 15:47 finally upright and able to type. Actually right now, i can smell barbeque from people's patios here, if I could somehow create a link to it, this would be like a smebllog. a smellog. a smell-blog. a smogbl.

So now, it's Graham's pretend birthday, so we're gonna go celebrate that. I think it may be a non-alcoholic affair for me, though I vaguely recall telling Craig (possibly) that I was Definitely. Going. To. Do. Hair. Of. The. Dog. today. I renounce the drunken lush that declared those words.

Oh yeah, i got all my hair chopped off too. Maybe someday someone will take a photo of me and you'll see it.

Right, to the bat-shower

8 comments:

Emma Rickard said...

Please post a photo of new hair style !!

jill said...

you can half see it if you go to flickr and see the pic i took in the lift. drunkenly.

Emma Rickard said...

not good enough - I can't really make out the style from that photo !

Anonymous said...

wasn't that a party...?

jill said...

damian what are you saying to me i dont get it at all. yes both were parties. did i need to spell that out?

sorry i am grumpy from dealing with insurance company re: back.

Anonymous said...

hah...it's just something i say when my brain is made of congealed grease...from an old song about getting hammered...

"Could've been the whiskey
Might've been the gin
Could've been the three or four six-packs, I don't know
But look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party"

Anonymous said...

There used to be a show on Irish TV (UTV I think) featuring some canadian version of the wolf tones who sang that song as the shows theme tune !

Anonymous said...

The rovers or irish rover I think they were called. God only knows what the TV show was aboot though !