Ooofff.... Just got home from the acting crew's traditional dinner. Tomato soup, bacon-wrapped pheasant, house sorbet... followed by crawling to a pub or two, and containing discussions ranging from flow and happiness, Monty Python quotes, one guy setting his bill on fire, the other accidentally cutting himself on a broken glass and using the blood-smeared napkin to scare people (i.e. pretending he had a bad cough and looking at the smears), how to properly defile a person with an umbrella, politics, face-palming when one of our number was served the wrong dish three times in a row (appetizer, main course AND dessert) and again when she only received a 5% compensation for that, what is the proper policy when you don't get billed for wine and so on and so forth.
I had fun.