Party Til You Puke

The boy's party today. It was fun. There was a bar. The bar was shut.
The started with many boys convering on chez Reidski at around 10 am. Two car loads then drove over to Lee Valley ice centre, with those who I was driving annoying passers by with shouts of "I've got your number" "I know what you did last summer" and, bizarrely, "Do you want to join BT". The boys had fun.
The ice skating people weren't quite ready for us when we arrived, so game of footie on the grass outside ensued.
All the kids enjoyed the ice skating which followed and another game of footie which followed after that.
Reidski's head expanded at the end when older teenage kid who came along said to me: "Did you used to play with a semi-professional club?"
After they departed (well, most of them as two are having a sleep-over tonight) it struck me and 'er indoors that we are unlikely to see them all together again as they all disperse into different secondary schools after the holidays. To say that this is sad is a huge understatement.
They are an magnificent bunch. They are always polite, some are hugely funny and entertaining and they are incredibly loyal to one another. On the ice rink there always seemed be one of them around if another fell over. On the football field, it was all big and meaningful apologies if a tackle went in a bit too hard. Not one bust-up the entire day, quite an achievement for a bunch of 10-11 year old boys away from home.
With the boy busy upstairs, an opportunity arose for me and 'er indoors to finish off the second series of Six Feet Under. She's still bubbling away 45 minutes after its ended. It's certainly powerful stuff. Now want to start on series three as a matter of urgency.
Night out in Soho didn't work out last night. Brizie, whose 40th birthday we were supposed to be celebrating, has switched off his phone and refusing to respond to messages. Methinks that middle-age crisis has hit the lad pretty hard. Did have a nice meal with the family, though. Mexican style steak was lovely, washed down by one of my favourite beers, Dos Equis. The pina colada's were nice, too. As was the flirting with the absolutely gorgeous waitress. The waiter was quite a stunner, too, now that I think of it!
It's time to open another bottle of Reserve Saint Marc, so that's all from me.