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The Weekend
Mar. 7th, 2005 03:18 pmSo, after a lovely evening with the Fox, Saturday afternoon sees me driving the 700 miles to Sexbat Towers to celebrate the anniversary of 
s0b's 'birth', although nobody truly knows how long ago that was due to the well concealed trail of previous identities worn for a while and discarded like last year's hair. We were served the traditional pint of dry Martini before the entree of dragon prepared in the Japanese style wiith a sorbet made from the blood of a virgin to follow. Thence to the main course of a roasted ribcage (too small to have been a man's, too large for a newborn) followed by a selection of fine cheeses, each selected from the year in which the diners had been born. This fine repast was complimented by fine wines and the notable absence of the colour green.
Of the rest of the evening I remember little, save a duel with swords so sharp the air fell in tatters around them whenever a blow was struck. It may be that some of the guests did not survive that night, I do remember that I very nearly did not survive the following day.
My thanks to my hosts for an excellent evening, to the rest of the guests for their entertaining company and my apologies if I did anything I ought to be apologising for.
s0b's 'birth', although nobody truly knows how long ago that was due to the well concealed trail of previous identities worn for a while and discarded like last year's hair. We were served the traditional pint of dry Martini before the entree of dragon prepared in the Japanese style wiith a sorbet made from the blood of a virgin to follow. Thence to the main course of a roasted ribcage (too small to have been a man's, too large for a newborn) followed by a selection of fine cheeses, each selected from the year in which the diners had been born. This fine repast was complimented by fine wines and the notable absence of the colour green.Of the rest of the evening I remember little, save a duel with swords so sharp the air fell in tatters around them whenever a blow was struck. It may be that some of the guests did not survive that night, I do remember that I very nearly did not survive the following day.
My thanks to my hosts for an excellent evening, to the rest of the guests for their entertaining company and my apologies if I did anything I ought to be apologising for.
