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secret santas and dim sum
Dec. 20th, 2007 11:44 pmToday was officially Christmas lunch and Secret Santa day. We spent most of the mornign looking like zombies that gradually rose from the grave due to successive injections of caffeine, noon, it was proved that we have... disturbingly awesome taste in Secret Santas. Even me, who got what was basically a joke pressie.
Gregor got a trilby. Considering the boy had turned up at work in a black suit jacket, white shirt, black tie, dark jeans and black Converse, it was deemed fate wanted it to happen. He looked suitable awesome in it and posed a lot. and then everyone else nicked it off him in the pub.
Robin was given Star Wars Chess as a 'argh, he spends half his lunch hour playing chess on facebook, and, um, I know he likes Star Wars...' - see Robin squee because he didn't have adecent chess set down here. Plus Star Wars. (yours truly being the one IDing all the characters 'no those are not stormtroopers on the good guys' side, those are clones and they were created by the Republic, remember?'
Claire got a Dr Who Annual, something else and 'Don't Fear the Reaper' as scored for cowbell. (long story)
Alicia got makeup which was petted.
Emma I gave a microbead cushion in the shape of a large demented-looking penguin. Which got an 'omigod squee penguin! squishy penguin! PENGUIN! I shall name him.... Bert. Or possibly....' (he eventually got named Frank after Sinatra due to the cheese list on her ipod)
Patrick got Watchmen, which was next on his list for 'er, really should read....'
Yours truly got the Torchwood Calendar. 'er, are you sure that's what you -:glomp: you didn't have to squeak in my ear.' me : 'shiiiiiiiiiiiiiny. ooooooo, pretty Tosh piccy. shiiiiiiiiiiiny.'
Went to Ping Pong for Dim Sum, having the lunch menu where we marked six dishes each. This, er, adds up to 78 dishes. We were going to count to make sure we got 'em all but it just kept coming and coming and coming and we were whimpering a bit by the end. Also, strawberry sake, gorgeous cocktails and tsingtao beer and me attacking the bowls of sambal (it's a type of pulpy delicious chilli sauce) and then as Robin described it later 'where Heather ate her own body weight in dim sum' (Teddy and Taz can provide evidence of my ability to turn into a bottomless pit when faced with chinese food) and we kind of unsteadily made our way back to work and carefully tried to work through inboxes until it was 5:30 and we could de-camp to the pub.
Also, Taz? Brick Shithouse is playing the Nutcracker. WHEEEE!
Gregor got a trilby. Considering the boy had turned up at work in a black suit jacket, white shirt, black tie, dark jeans and black Converse, it was deemed fate wanted it to happen. He looked suitable awesome in it and posed a lot. and then everyone else nicked it off him in the pub.
Robin was given Star Wars Chess as a 'argh, he spends half his lunch hour playing chess on facebook, and, um, I know he likes Star Wars...' - see Robin squee because he didn't have adecent chess set down here. Plus Star Wars. (yours truly being the one IDing all the characters 'no those are not stormtroopers on the good guys' side, those are clones and they were created by the Republic, remember?'
Claire got a Dr Who Annual, something else and 'Don't Fear the Reaper' as scored for cowbell. (long story)
Alicia got makeup which was petted.
Emma I gave a microbead cushion in the shape of a large demented-looking penguin. Which got an 'omigod squee penguin! squishy penguin! PENGUIN! I shall name him.... Bert. Or possibly....' (he eventually got named Frank after Sinatra due to the cheese list on her ipod)
Patrick got Watchmen, which was next on his list for 'er, really should read....'
Yours truly got the Torchwood Calendar. 'er, are you sure that's what you -:glomp: you didn't have to squeak in my ear.' me : 'shiiiiiiiiiiiiiny. ooooooo, pretty Tosh piccy. shiiiiiiiiiiiny.'
Went to Ping Pong for Dim Sum, having the lunch menu where we marked six dishes each. This, er, adds up to 78 dishes. We were going to count to make sure we got 'em all but it just kept coming and coming and coming and we were whimpering a bit by the end. Also, strawberry sake, gorgeous cocktails and tsingtao beer and me attacking the bowls of sambal (it's a type of pulpy delicious chilli sauce) and then as Robin described it later 'where Heather ate her own body weight in dim sum' (Teddy and Taz can provide evidence of my ability to turn into a bottomless pit when faced with chinese food) and we kind of unsteadily made our way back to work and carefully tried to work through inboxes until it was 5:30 and we could de-camp to the pub.
Also, Taz? Brick Shithouse is playing the Nutcracker. WHEEEE!
