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Still ticking along
Cabin Pressure has EATEN me body and soul. I have spent the last two weeks in the throes of obsession, and by this point, most of my conversations lead back to MJN Air in some way, shape or form. (It was Birling Day yesterday! And since by my Grandad’s account Wales utterly routed England, Birling would have no doubt been in a generous frame of mind. Well, if he wasn’t fictional.)
Yesterday, I waitressed at a wedding where the venue owner was into taxidermy in a BIG way. I tripped over a lion’s tail at one point; luckily didn’t actually spill any gravy. My favourite, though, was the pair of polar bears, one on all fours and draped in a large union flag, and the other rearing and wearing aviator sunglasses. I cannot tell you how badly I wanted a picture...
There was also a dodo skeleton! And each table place was set with a little bottle of vodka as a party favour. I think posh waitressing has ruined me for my expectations of weddings though; I’m not sure anything I go to as a guest will quite compare with some of these dos.
I’m still running the job interview gauntlet – I’ve been shortlisted for LOADS of things, and several of them have made a point of telling me that I was their second choice, or that I should apply again if they have other jobs going – but none of them have hired me! Arrg, it’s so frustrating!
What other news do I have? Last week was [Bad username or site: ”frith_in_thorns” @ livejournal.com] birthday and I made what must surely be my Worst Cake Ever. This including the cakes I made gleefully when I was younger than Caitlin. It was supposed to be Red Velvet, and it tasted so red! The texture was so bad! I mean, I cook often enough that I’ve had a corresponding number of failed adventures, but this particular cake was truly and utterly dreadful. Though the outside, at least, looked pretty – Frith, do you have the picture you took?
Yesterday, I waitressed at a wedding where the venue owner was into taxidermy in a BIG way. I tripped over a lion’s tail at one point; luckily didn’t actually spill any gravy. My favourite, though, was the pair of polar bears, one on all fours and draped in a large union flag, and the other rearing and wearing aviator sunglasses. I cannot tell you how badly I wanted a picture...
There was also a dodo skeleton! And each table place was set with a little bottle of vodka as a party favour. I think posh waitressing has ruined me for my expectations of weddings though; I’m not sure anything I go to as a guest will quite compare with some of these dos.
I’m still running the job interview gauntlet – I’ve been shortlisted for LOADS of things, and several of them have made a point of telling me that I was their second choice, or that I should apply again if they have other jobs going – but none of them have hired me! Arrg, it’s so frustrating!
What other news do I have? Last week was [Bad username or site: ”frith_in_thorns” @ livejournal.com] birthday and I made what must surely be my Worst Cake Ever. This including the cakes I made gleefully when I was younger than Caitlin. It was supposed to be Red Velvet, and it tasted so red! The texture was so bad! I mean, I cook often enough that I’ve had a corresponding number of failed adventures, but this particular cake was truly and utterly dreadful. Though the outside, at least, looked pretty – Frith, do you have the picture you took?
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That is rather impressive. Poor lion, though. I hope it died naturally after a long and happy life.
WELL FINE, maybe you won't get an invitation. I bet you're sorry now. (You can get married at the Oxford Museum of Natural History, apparently, so maybe we could work a dodo in. I also looked up weddings at the Bodleian, and it is so Oxford in that its suggested itinerary only allows for 15 minutes of dancing. Oh, Oxford. Can nobody have any fun?)
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Do let's have individual vodka bottles.
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They sound expensive. Although probably not if you buy bottles in bulk and fill them with Tesco Value vodka. Is that wedding-appropriate?
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It is quite a cool party favour though - I waitressed at onelast year where everyone got complimentary lobster-eating bibs with a nifty pattern on, to go with their lobster starter. This (https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=lobster+bib&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-GB:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hl=en&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&ei=D-tIUeeFJMe1PbqRgcAB&biw=1366&bih=652&sei=EutIUc_gMM6_PPHFgeAD) kind of thing.
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Wow, the lobster bibs are great wedding favours. Did the vegetarians get anything different? (Hummus bibs?)
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