Day 50b – Winner x2

Okay, so I wasn’t cheating in the game before, although my pacifism was causing Ken some grief. I was however cheating a little with my post, but here is the make-up post to settle that debt.

I ended up winning both games of 7 Wonders we played. This time we had two expansions included, which added a bit of time and complexity to the games we played.

What is annoying about this game is that you start the first turn with a hand of 8 cards (7 in the base game), and you get to play one card of the hand and then the rest of your hand gets passed along to your neighbour. Both games there were hands we wanted to keep completely… so you end up calculating which cards you may get back after they have been around the table, and which cards you have to get rid of so your neighbour cannot play them.

In the first game, I ended up hiding the bricks that Ken and Abbey needed to get into the later stages of building their own wonders, which proved very effective. In the second game I was less devious, but equally effective by picking a simpler strategy… I think they were expecting sneakiness and thereby didn’t notice how quickly I was accumulating simple points.

Day 49 – Just Dinner

Today was a hectic day at work, so tonight I do very little. It balances out the world in the most wonderful way.

I narrowly escaped a cycle class at the gym tonight on account of Holly (who is sticking around a little longer) cancelling on me, and then my work-day overflowing into the gym time slot. I am going to have to do something about the latter, because it has happened more than I care for. I think I get enough done during the workday that I don’t need to let it expand to fill available space at the edges.

Anyway, we have agreed to try for Cycle again next week.

Tonight was for dinner. For sausages and vegetables. For the apple-and-pear cider I bought on my way home.

On a side-note, Abbey was very put out by absent items she had put on our shopping list. I was talking to HR at work as they arrived and I glibly said they were to-do items that could wait. I shouldn’t have forgotten them altogether though. Alas, no carrots with dinner.

Cow-pattern Milka
Cow-pattern Milka

Chocolate makes everything better though, especially when it has cow-print on the block itself. Isn’t it odd how I can resist a drawer full of chocolate all day at work, and then when I get home I cannot help myself raiding the supplies?

And now, after concluding an episode of Hercule Poirot, there is nothing more for me to do but slowly and incrementally migrate towards bed.

Day 27 – Poirot & Pistachios

I am afraid I didn’t particularly feel like being interesting today. After a day at work filled with dozens of little defeats and victories, I felt nothing much more than to sit down on the lounge and do… nothing.

And I did very little more than that.

Dinner and a Snack
Dinner and a Snack

Dinner was a delicious combination of chicken, ham and pineapple on a little mountain of rice. And while we ate, we watched Hercule Poirot solve The Mystery of the Blue Train. The reveal was a little funny; in a nod to self-awareness, they commented on the usually drawn-out way in which Poirot draws out every possible suspect and then clears them, until finally revealing the criminal.

By that time I had well and truly moved on to the pistachios as I am wont to do.

No Pistachios for You!
No Pistachios for You!

It’s amazing how easily I can go through handfuls of them whilst my mind engages with the television. I’m not even going to check in yesterday’s post how bad all those pistachios were for me.

I’d rather not know.

I’ll “worry” again tomorrow.

Day 22 – Sherlock and Tea

I wanted to get better pictures for today. But I didn’t. Also, I’m a little drunk right now, but let’s not skip ahead too far in today’s story.

First of all, whenever we’re down here in Melbourne, Hamish and I make a regular appearance at the Sherlock Holmes Inn for lunch. It’s a very quaint little pub downstairs on Collins Street in the Melbourne CBD. The menu seems very typical on the surface, albeit Sherlock Holmes themed in the menu. But the actual food that arrives at our table is far above what expectations we might have every time. Also, the atmosphere is very jovial and friendly.

And that would have been that.

But then we were invited to dinner. With 4 general managers and our CIO and a few other managers. I had suspected we’d go to a place in Chinatown I’d been once before with a similar crowd, and I wasn’t disappointed.

We had great food, and also great drinks. With a wine connoisseur in tow you wouldn’t expect anything else, and I’m always happy to follow along.

Having that much upper management in one place might sound like a recipe for guarded conversations, but it’s surprising how comfortable and jovial every one is. I think there is a really good chemistry between the IT managers.

But…

I think the safest approach now that I’m back in my room is to go lie in bed and read a book. Then have a good nights’ sleep (FitBit will tell me once I get home) and look bright and perky in the morning.

Day 10 – Happy Birthday

Obviously, the most eventful part of my day today was my birthday dinner tonight. I had a great time at Criniti’s in Castle Towers. So far every meal I have eaten there has been absolutely delicious and gorgeously presented.

Tonight I decided to have the snapper.

The waiter asked me “So, you brought your appetite?”

I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but I confirmed that yes I had. And then my meal arrived. Snapper. A whole one. On a plate. Sitting upright.

And because I can never decide on dessert…

Desserts
Desserts

We had a share platter of the lot.

Creme Brule, Cheesecake, Italian Donuts, Biscotti, Cannoli, Tiramisu…

Everyone had a bit of everything… starting with me taking half the Tiramisu, followed by everyone taking half of what remained of it. Increasingly tinier pieces. On the other hand I didn’t have any cheesecake, but that’s okay; I don’t like it anyway.

And, as Ken would say… we left all the bits we didn’t want:

The Bits We Didn't Want
The Bits We Didn’t Want