a smashing encounter

one word.

disaster.

OKAY SO MAYBE that's a leetle bit harsh but i tell ya what, being forty-five minutes late is highly UNrecommended when meeting someone for the first time regardless of how many "sorry i'm late" phone calls and text messages you shower them with.

also highly UNrecommended, just in case you're curious, is bringing your sister, her two friends AND your two dodgy mates who proceed to sit at the table adjacent to you whilst you attempt to make conversation with someone you've only had a short-term my space blogosphere *friendship* with.

and finally, if you must bring dodgy mates and rellies (five in all), either don't encourage them to eat everyone else in the pub's leftovers, or at the very least, don't join them in their povvo scrounging. it's just not cool.

and yes, i KNOW they serve monstrous meals and their wedges are divine. i also know that the leftovers would have just been thrown out had you not scavenged them. pity you weren't thrown out!

so no, danielle, he's not my "space boy", he's just "myspace" boy. and never have i been gladder to return to my loungeroom and knock back a longneck with sqodger & jo than yestereve.

but finally, i'll tell you why it could still be described as a *smashing* encounter...it's because whilst i was undergoing serious barfly training, i got to have a wine glass smashed around me by the lovely andrea, hard workin bar wench extroadinaire, and for this i am eternally grateful.

today smells like: cranberry juice, or at least i wish it did.

xx