A barbecue and birthday party
Jul. 23rd, 2016 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylVery nice party and barbecue at D&P's place for P's birthday. I'd forgotten to mention my dietary oddities until this morning — it had completely slipped my mind — and I felt rather guilty about being a hassle, but it turned out to be fine because there were a few more of us there, including the first French vegetarians I'd ever met. I was suitably impressed: France is notoriously tricky for veggies, so it take real determination.
Despite knowing almost no-one else there, I had a good time and everyone was extremely nice. Best of all, P showed me an extremely clever trick involving the laces on my Salomon trail shoes: the tongues have a little pocket that you can use to tuck the ends of the speed laces. I'd been wondering what you were supposed to do with the ends — thus far I'd been settling for tucking them into to the shoe — so P's suggestion came as a blinding revelation.
Wandering home through Exeter on a Saturday night — not something I normally do — was entertainingly colourful. I was particularly struck by an extremely chivalrous moment where I saw a man using a street sign to open bottle of beer for a damsel in distress. Or, if not quite distress, certainly a damsel in need of a bottle opener...
Despite knowing almost no-one else there, I had a good time and everyone was extremely nice. Best of all, P showed me an extremely clever trick involving the laces on my Salomon trail shoes: the tongues have a little pocket that you can use to tuck the ends of the speed laces. I'd been wondering what you were supposed to do with the ends — thus far I'd been settling for tucking them into to the shoe — so P's suggestion came as a blinding revelation.
Wandering home through Exeter on a Saturday night — not something I normally do — was entertainingly colourful. I was particularly struck by an extremely chivalrous moment where I saw a man using a street sign to open bottle of beer for a damsel in distress. Or, if not quite distress, certainly a damsel in need of a bottle opener...
