Oh, I do love the blank stares I get at that kind of thing. (No, no I don't play it up at all. Not ever. Why do you ask?)
Anyway, I couldn't go to the pub night, as someone in my knitting group was hosting a wine-and-cheese party. How very sophisticated! I felt like such a grown up, choosing a wine to bring (a very nice Okanagan Chardonnay), discussing with Jelaina various cheeses and which knitting project was least likely to need frogging after all the wine....you know, all the important stuff.
We arrived in good time, were handed
fishbowls glasses of wine, and discovered it was actually a wine-cheese-cupcake-pate-caviar-veggies-homemade truffle-bruschetta-etc. kind of party. The table (or, part of it - there was more!) looked like this:
It took very little time for the sticks-n-string to come out, and some very good conversation on all manner of topics was had by all. The knitters (a few of them!) looked like this:
By the end of the evening, the table of food looked untouched, despite the fact that everybody had been nibbling pretty much non-stop all evening. There was that much food. (The wine, however, was gone, all gone....) We had to rush out rather suddenly, as we realized we were about to miss the last bus...how did the time go that quickly? It felt like 10:00 p.m., not 1:00 a.m.! As it was, Mr.Q had to come rescue us part-way, as we'd missed the last connecting bus back to our neighbourhood.
(Yes, it was very sweet of him. And after all these years of his late-night rock'n'roll escapades - which not infrequently end up in my PJ-clad self going to pick him up - I'd say it was a role-reversal that was looong overdue! Not that he minded. Given the fact that I'm usually in bed before 10:00, we were both amused by the situation.)