Cheese and wine parties

are like zombies. You wait ages for one to appear and as soon as you dispatch it, another pops up to take its place. So it was that I went to Louise, Ally and Antonio's flat on Wednesday for the second C&W party in a week. Louise is off to NZ for the summer to visit her family, so this little shindig was thrown to say goodbye for a while. It was curtailed a bit by having to work the next day, but good nonetheless. Note to self: drink more wine and eat more cheese.

On Thursday I went out for a drink with Kate. Again the spectre of work loomed over us and we called it a night fairly early on - perhaps I'm turning into an adult at last.

Stop laughing at the back there.

Friday night was rather larger. So large as to destroy Saturday with its overbearing presence, in fact. I went for a few quiet pints with some work guys, met up with Jen and then Jeff, Neil, Josh et al at the Outhouse, was rejoined by the same work guys (ah! The sight of Voxar types mingling with the Mafia brought a tear to my eye) and finally staggered home to purge the fridge of its few remaining beers.

On Saturday, I mainly failed to see Sin City. We got the the cinema and it was sold out so we watched Dodgeball in the flat instead. Good, but not quite as good as Old School and consequently not quite as good as Road Trip, the reigning number one in the tasteless-but-excellent teen comedy stakes.

Real-life road trip preparations are continuing apace. As we speak, I'm trying to decide: just how many pairs of ridiculously baggy surf shorts does the fashionable man-about-Texas need these days?