Sometimes, just sometimes, we get a lucky chance to see what would have happened if the thing that was to have happened didn't happen. As it goes, the thing that was to have happened would have happened, except that the place in which it was to have happened turned out to be closed, because the person who was to have booked the place in which the thing was to have happened didn't check in good time. So, even though ti was far too late to book a new place in which the full thing could have happened, it was possible for something smaller to happen.
I am talking, as if you didn't know, about our band's annual band get together/social/Christmas meal. It would be utterly cruel and unfair of me to make any accusations of bad organisation, but I'll not let that bother me too much. After all, what kind of organiser leaves booking the event till the same day as the event - especially when it is this near Christmas? Well, quite.
It's important, having so roundly criticised the organiser, not to picture her here, fairly near this portion of text. I would not sink that low, so please don't go jumping to conclusions. Let me talk, instead, about our wonderful trip to the Imperial Chinese restaurant in Low Fell, near Gateshead.
The food was great, and the service friendly for the four of us. It was a nice time. No, a really nice time. We laughed and joked and drank almost nothing all night. It was quite refreshing for me being with people who didn't get drunk. I'm fairly jaded from being with groups where I am the only sober one, so this was a lovely change. I'm sure the jokes were better for it, rather than just /seeming/ better as the evening went on.
As the evening progressed, Jason thrilled us with some of his legendary close-up magic. He is really very skilled at this now, and can make anything up to the size of a small cat, or Chinese waiter vanish utterly. He did this several times, to the awe and amusement of all. Then he did it again, and it was still great. Finally, two last times, which were fine.
Jason's greatest gift was the gift of transportation, of which he freely gave to each of us. It was more appreciated than he will ever know. He left my house, full of optimisism and excitement about his forthcoming trip to Wales the next morning to pick up a drum kit for his daughter's Christmas present. It's a complex story, which I feel sure he will tell us all about in his BLOG. I look forward to it, with almost the same level of excitement as I might look forward to an enjoyable mid-morning snack.
As for this Blog entry.....well.... I think it has already out-stayed its welcome.
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