Yesterday was rather a good one. Steve, Steve and I went for a walk in Wetherby with Kate, who we decided should be called Steve too. She preferred “Stevie” but we kept slipping up and calling her Kate so the issue never came to blows. After discovering that the “official” pub on the walk wasn’t doing grub, we asked a local where they could recommend for food. Ignoring their recommendation, we went to the Three Legs or something. I think it was called the Three Legs because the staff were about as much use as a horse so endowed. We had the Sunday Lunch special, it being Sunday lunchtime, and they had to run out to Costcutters to buy bread to go with the soups. The waiter asked whose was the mushroom soup, and put down the chicken, then vice-versa… I couldn’t tell what I had because it tasted of salt and MSG. Turned out we had the wrong soups. The main course was good apart from the raw broccoli and cauliflower, and we spent a contented while in the beer garden playing a cutthroat game of i-spy for the 20p change.
That evening was Steve’s party and it was good. The punch started off a little dodgy, with a distinct coconutty tone, but as the evening progressed the mixture matured with the addition of peach schnapps and god alone knows what else later in the evening. Met a bunch of folk from salsa and actually had conversations with them, which is a treat for a guy on the salsa scene since we tend to be in demand for dancing. It was interesting observnig the room as the punch bucket emptied. It was uncannily close to the physics experiment we did as kids where you melt ice then boil it. There was a first stage where the conversation started to flow and people started seamlessly involving strangers in their conversations, then later there was a point where the mixture started to boil: first by fractional distillation objects such as pringles lids and bottle corks started to escape and bounce around the room, then other impurities like juggling balls, and finally people. Fortunately the removal of the impurities seemed to allow the mixture to settle.
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That sounds trippy, maaan
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