January 28th, 2005


to the victor, the spoils. or not.

Last night barsine, I, and our respective paramours entered a table quiz. It was a very fancy table quiz (by our feeble standards), as the scoreboard was actually projected on the wall from a laptop instead of being a bit of paper covered in wobbly marker lines. Anyway! Our hopes were raised at the start when we looked through the answer sheets and saw that there was no sports round (hurrah!). And we did quite well in the first few rounds. Then came - the food round. Now, we're not exactly gourmets, but we didn't realise quite how ignorant we apparently are on all things foodie. I think we got three right out of ten, which is pretty pathetic, especially when one of the only questions we got right was about pig's feet. Seriously. But! Our star began to rise again in the film round, which asked us to identify various films from their taglines and stars. Freakishly, I was really good at this and got virtually all of them, even though nearly all the films were shit ones which I hadn't seen (with the exceptions of Casino and 28 Days Later, which I have seen and which are not shit). And I mean really shit. How on earth did I guess the Guy Pearce-starring The Count of Monte Christo? I have no idea. Anyway, what with that and getting 10/10 in the picture round (hurrah!), we were back on track, and eventually came, well, fifth. Ah, so near and yet so far.

Despite our lack of victory, a fine time was had by all. But! Tragedy was on its way. Well, a very, very small tragedy: I left my beloved silvery blue fingerless mittens on the bus. I realised I'd done it as soon as I got off, but it was too late - the bus was zooming away down the dual carriageway. I'm sad to say that I actually stamped in rage at this point, and stayed in a rage all the way home, muttering things to P like "they go with my hat!" and "no, I can't get another pair becuase I got them in New York five years ago!" P tried to calm my ferocious wrath, but to no avail. It's a rather pathetic indication of my inability to put things into proportion that I actually DREAMED first that I found my mittens and second that I discovered another, even nicer pair which also went with my silvery blue and turquoise hat. Anyway, I rang the lost property office this morning but they said they don't get stuff sent in until twelve. I hope no one nicked my mittens. But I fear I'll never see them again...
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three little kittens with three little mittens

Waaah! My mittens didn't turn up in the lost property office. Which means that someone STOLE them and is walking around with my lovely little fingerless mittens e'en as I write. Grrrrrrr. I almost wish I didn't still have the hat - at least then I'd have been able to write the whole set off, but now I have half of it I'm tragically tormented by the knowledge that it's incomplete. Also, the hat reminds me of how lovely my little mittens were. Sob. Also, I bet I won't be able to find another pair of fingerless mittens, which is very annoying. I have tiny monkey hands (with proportionally quite long fingers, but still, small) and regular gloves are always too big. I like fingerless things anyway, because stupid gloves make me clumsy, but the thing that makes fingerless mits better than gloves is that you can curl your fingers inside them when it's specially cold. Oh, why, WHY didn't I put the stupid things in my bag? Or at least look back at the bus seat when we got up? *weeps*
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