Do you know how hard it is to try to do some work the next morning after a good night out? On my opinion, all parties should be organised on Fridays…
Yesterday we had somebody leaving and we went to the restaurant after work. Had a really nice time, unexpectedly nice…it was a Spanish restaurant La Tasca. And there were about 15 of us, happy partiers. The place turned out to be a well run, Spanish flavoured, with good quality food and friendly waiters…hmmm…I’d say overfriendly…the one that served our table, had great sense of humour and a cute habit of calling all female clients “sweetheart”, meaningfully winking, and advertising that his shift finishes at midnight …and he was too generous in keeping our glasses full at all times (which later revealed its true meaning in three digit numbers on a bill, of course). But because the wine was perfect, the service was perfect, and the guitarist , making his guitar cry all unimaginable Spanish tears, was a real virtuoso, indeed! And then the girl stepps forward, and breaks the air with the sounds of her castanets…and she was brilliant in her perfect moves…her feet were on fire and her soul entwisted with the strings of his guitar…her face reflected ocean of emotions, as if she lived through the lifetime of the melody….and she even had tears in the end of her passionate dance…brilliant dancer she was…
I think, it is becoming a tradition of our office that on particular good office outings I tend to end up with someone in tow for overnight stay…this happened before, last year…and this time as well - even though I wasn’t a designated driver (I came in by train, remember?) I still had a colleague of mine coming home with me late at night. He had missed his last train and couldn’t do drink/drive either. So we decided he can come with me, as it appears to be the only option at that time…missing was a part of that evening, however, and we’ve also missed one train and the next one has been cancelled…so we’ve spent more then an hour at the train station bored and tired to death before finally caught the last train for this day…finally arrived at home just before 1am…it was an interesting evening. It is an aching morning… Somebody, pass me a pill ;-)
Yesterday we had somebody leaving and we went to the restaurant after work. Had a really nice time, unexpectedly nice…it was a Spanish restaurant La Tasca. And there were about 15 of us, happy partiers. The place turned out to be a well run, Spanish flavoured, with good quality food and friendly waiters…hmmm…I’d say overfriendly…the one that served our table, had great sense of humour and a cute habit of calling all female clients “sweetheart”, meaningfully winking, and advertising that his shift finishes at midnight …and he was too generous in keeping our glasses full at all times (which later revealed its true meaning in three digit numbers on a bill, of course). But because the wine was perfect, the service was perfect, and the guitarist , making his guitar cry all unimaginable Spanish tears, was a real virtuoso, indeed! And then the girl stepps forward, and breaks the air with the sounds of her castanets…and she was brilliant in her perfect moves…her feet were on fire and her soul entwisted with the strings of his guitar…her face reflected ocean of emotions, as if she lived through the lifetime of the melody….and she even had tears in the end of her passionate dance…brilliant dancer she was…
I think, it is becoming a tradition of our office that on particular good office outings I tend to end up with someone in tow for overnight stay…this happened before, last year…and this time as well - even though I wasn’t a designated driver (I came in by train, remember?) I still had a colleague of mine coming home with me late at night. He had missed his last train and couldn’t do drink/drive either. So we decided he can come with me, as it appears to be the only option at that time…missing was a part of that evening, however, and we’ve also missed one train and the next one has been cancelled…so we’ve spent more then an hour at the train station bored and tired to death before finally caught the last train for this day…finally arrived at home just before 1am…it was an interesting evening. It is an aching morning… Somebody, pass me a pill ;-)