I'm pretty sure that, at the time of writing, all the readers of this will still be in the dreary world of 2004.
Here's the (not very) extraordinary tale of my night.
Here's the (not very) extraordinary tale of my night.
- 7:30pm: Leave home.
- 7:50pm: Arrive in city centre. Park in one-hour space. Inwardly debate chance of parking ticket.
- 8:00om: Search for food. Lament that largest pub in city centre closed on busiest night of year.
- 8:15pm: Settle on Subway, since it has only menu item I'll actually eat in city centre. Everything - literally everything - else has bits of things that once moved about all on their own.
- 8:25pm: Settle onto sofa in Starbucks to drink 5-shot coffee. Mmmm... caffeine.
- 8:45pm: Venture out into evening to get spot for early fireworks display.
- 9:00pm: Watch said display. Note main vantage point liable to be mortared with unexploded fireworks. Regret lack of purple; hope for crash in price of iridium.
- 9:20pm: Arrive at lamest casino in world. Settle in to lose money to roulette.
- 10:00pm: Surprisingly, break even. Leave to go elsewhere.
- 10:20pm: Arrive elsewhere.
- 10:25pm: Regret lack of band, losses on poker machines, and warm drink. Leave again.
- 10:45pm: Arrive somewhere else.
- 11:25pm: Win money, leave again.
- 11:45pm: Arrive in city again. Search for safe spot to watch iridium-free explosives.
- 12:30am: Find pub. Drink with conveniently located group of friends.
- 1:20am: Decide to leave while still legally able to drive home.
- 1:40am: Arrive home.
- 1:50am: Start writing LJ post about events.
- 2:15am: Click post button, close Deepest Sender.
