The last supper

Although I couldn’t rustle together all 12 of my disciples, I had friends round for dinner. I’d had a very productive day in the library, even managing to squeeze a pub lunch in with the flat mates, and then a final hour of revision before heading home. I made the dinner, which was ragu, Wednesday in the slow cooker and so I was feeling pretty prepared, and a little smug about it all. The only things left to do was make the pasta and the banoffee pie, but that won’t take long, will it?

It was now 5pm and I didn’t have guests coming round until 8 so we decided to make the most of the last of sun and go to blackbird for a drink in the beer garden. This was turning out to be quite the Thursday. After receiving my student loan, and seeing my bank account in the healthiest looking state it’s been in for quite a while, I decided to treat my self to an espresso martini - the rest grabbed a pint. So I sat there in the sun, in a beer a garden, with an espresso martini feel pretty content with life. In an effort to try and tempt the sun in I rather ambitiously (or foolishly) wore a short sleeved shirt, and so once the sun had started to pass i was pretty cold, by 7pm it got too much and we decided to head back. After my initial preparation, and feeling quite prepared about it all, I was suddenly stressed, and the next thing I knew I had 9 guests and was still only half way through making the 2 banoffee pies (one gluten-free). Luckily most of them weren’t too hungry, and we had enough wine to keep them happy for a while.

Finally, with the help of JD, at 9pm the pies were cooling in the fridge and the pasta was ready, so we sat down to eat. The friends I’d invited round were people I’d met in UBC last year, I always feel quite nervous ‘merging’ two friendship groups. However, the nerves were unnecessary and everyone got on well, and the ragu (if I may say so myself) was a success!

Later on in the evening we played a game - ibble dibble. Which, although I won’t go into great depths here, is the reason for all the plague like blotches on people’s faces. It’s a word game where if you stumble or fumble over your words then you get ‘dibbled’ (prodded in the face with a cork that’s had the end slightly charred). You can see clearly from the photo how well some people did, and others not so much. Managing to keep her composure JD won and made through the entire game without receiving a single dibble! This then went into my favourite part of the night of every dinner party where the wine is still flowing, and everyone’s having lots of fun. It carried on late into the night before everyone scurried off home.

I was testing a new thing I’d heard, that organic wine, due to the lack of sulphites , doesn’t give you hangovers. I’m not sure if this is true, or I’m feeling the placebo effect, but I feel nothing this morning. I had an absolutely great night, it was long overdue and can’t wait for the next one. Where could it be? With everyone moving all over there’s been a talks of Toronto, Barcelona or Prague, I guess I’ll have to wait and see.