A Night in the Life

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Last night I went to a book launch for work (not one of ours, but Harvard. They have actual money for events like this and we, well, don’t.) It was at a little place on Greek Street that had weird sloping floors and lot of art on the walls, including a Picasso (which led to some debate about whether it could be real), and several naked men which led to a discussion about Michelangelo and how he wasn’t really fond of drawing women so would just draw them to look like men and then stick boobs on. I have no idea if this is true.

These kind of things are always a bit awkward. Full of people I have nothing in common with and who I have no idea how to speak to. I am not sure I would want to speak to them even. So I stood with Jenny and Rebekah all night, when they weren’t busy and I wasn’t handing out canapes (Note: Handing out the food does not mean you get first dibs on the food.) Jenny is much better at these things than I am and was talking about how to mingle when a woman came in and stood near us, fussing over her drink and bag and phone. And so we spoke to her for a bit and then she got a call from her friend, turns out she was in the wrong place. Not even the right building. Oh well, she got a free drink. Our mingling sucks. Although later we felt sorry for two blokes who had been standing together all night by themselves and spoke to them. I think there’s a reason they were by themselves, and that reason is dullness.

I put my bag under the table but then had to move from it and was worried about leaving it there. I was trying to keep an eye on it, then said really they aren’t probably the stealing kind.

Rebekah: Carrie, half these people can’t even bend over.

Very true. And my bag didn’t move all night.

Apparently Melvyn Bragg had said he was coming, but seeing as I could trip over Melvyn Bragg and not know it was him, even after looking him up on Google Images, I don’t know if he was there. Doubt it. There was a man who looked like Douglas Hurd. Most likely not Douglas Hurd. But Jenny did see Will Young. Not at our party, but still.

This entry is about as rocking as my evening.

This morning was the bus ride from hell. My bus was not going anywhere and I was trapped miles from the tubes, so I had to wait. To be fair I probably could have walked in the time it took. I finally made it to Angel and got on a tube, but I am not in the best of moods. To add insult to injury there were mouse droppings on me desk again this morning. Just my desk. And if they are pooing they must be weeing also. Oh god, I’m going to get salmonella.