Last weekend (the one that happened 9 days ago… not yesterday) we had our house warming / Kristy’s birthday party and it was a really great night.
The group consisted mainly of family and a few close friends which worked-out well because there was a reasonable amount of mingling (we feared that by having an event that includes both friends and family, there would be an instant divide between the two groups) but all went far better than expected.
Everyone seemed to like the house, which is good because we really like it and due to a 6-figure debt, we’re not going to be moving anytime soon… although for most people, the highlight of the evening was the food.
Kristy decided that the traditional Australian BBQ was a little boring, so instead we had Indian curry.Â My involvement in the preparation was minimal and simply involved chopping ingredients, stirring and taste testing… that last bit wasn’t a requirement, but I was happy to volunteer my taste buds… so full credit goes to Kristy for all the proper work which was done the evening before the gathering where we prepared the butter chicken and lamb rogan josh.
The afternoon before everyone arrived, we started re-heating the curries in a couple of large slow-cookers and setup a couple of rice cookers to take care of the saffron rice.
When the sun went down we handed-out the bowls and invited everyone to serve themselves and the response from EVERYONE (which is unusual, because there’s usually at least one person in every group that you simply can never seem to please) was that the food was awesome.
Kristy and I couldn’t have been happier with the evening!
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical
value – you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you – daft as a bush, but very, very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
So there you have it.
The other piece of interesting news that many people found-out for the first time at our house warming is that we now have a new addition to our little family – a cat named Tiger!
We inherited him from Kristy’s mum who saved him from being put-down by a work colleague who was moving overseas.Â Kristy’s mum has never been a big ‘pet’ person, so she did it out of sympathy and not because she really wanted a pet… so when we got the house and could finally have a pet, we asked if we could take him off her hands as we thought it would be good for Caleb.
Now for those who know me well would be amazed by that last comment because I’ve never liked cats.Â I’ve had friends with cats and I’ve tolerated them, but have always been a ‘dog’ person.Â Cats have always seemed incredibly arrogant, but the unconditional love, the stupidity and general playfulness of dogs have always attracted me to them (this probably says a lot about my personality).
Tiger also fits into the arrogant category, but I now understand that it’s not as bad as it initially seems.Â He comes and goes as he pleases, he’ll hang around with you when you’re doing stuff like watching TV or cooking dinner and other than feeding him and cleaning-out the litter box, he pretty-much doesn’t require much ‘looking after’ at all.
So, I’m not saying I’m turning into a crazy cat person and that I want to get dozens more… but this guy isn’t too bad.Â Here are some Tiger pics.
I know this post has gone on long enough, so I’ll quickly wrap-up what we got up-to this weekend (the one that happened over the last 48 hours)… on Friday night we went over to Scotty’s place for a poker night.Â It was just Scotty, Skye, Kristy and I, and this was Kristy’s first time playing Texas Holdems’
Skye won, Scotty was close behind her… then me (much further behind) and even further still was Kristy.Â Even though I sucked, the night of gambling, drinking and talking shit was really fun.