On the anniversary of the landing (of me on earth)
After some pressure from friends, I posted a message to the local department this morning. I'd been not wanting to post this for days.
To celebrate (a) the 36th anniversary of the first moon landing, (b) nothing in particular, (c) Thursday, (d) my birthday, (e) the existence of beer, some of us are going to the BierKeller at 8pm today. Feel free to join us!
More people have wished me a HB today than in the last three years combined. They must take birthdays seriously around here. Perhaps I should as well.
Only a couple of extra people showed up in the end, which was what I'd hoped for. (Well, we had a venue change, and I hope no-one came to the old venue and didn't see the note we'd left there.) Had a few drinks and chatted and chuckled and came back and worked.
At one point everyone was describing how the places they came from were really bad. We were usually making things up, but Magda had a really good one, describing how there were lots of shortages in Poland in the early 1980s, and how they happened to live near the paper factory/shop and would have someone at the window looking out waiting to see if the bogroll shipment was in - and when it came in, mothers would run out, with all the little kiddies in tow (the quota was per human, not per adult) to buy as many as possible.
Anyway, Meg asked Magda why there was a shortage of toilet paper in Poland at that time. We never did find out the answer to that one, because Art interjected the suggestion "Bad Polish food?", which caused everyone to go into hysterics. By the time we'd recovered, the subject was vegetarian crocodiles or something like that.
To celebrate (a) the 36th anniversary of the first moon landing, (b) nothing in particular, (c) Thursday, (d) my birthday, (e) the existence of beer, some of us are going to the BierKeller at 8pm today. Feel free to join us!
More people have wished me a HB today than in the last three years combined. They must take birthdays seriously around here. Perhaps I should as well.
Only a couple of extra people showed up in the end, which was what I'd hoped for. (Well, we had a venue change, and I hope no-one came to the old venue and didn't see the note we'd left there.) Had a few drinks and chatted and chuckled and came back and worked.
At one point everyone was describing how the places they came from were really bad. We were usually making things up, but Magda had a really good one, describing how there were lots of shortages in Poland in the early 1980s, and how they happened to live near the paper factory/shop and would have someone at the window looking out waiting to see if the bogroll shipment was in - and when it came in, mothers would run out, with all the little kiddies in tow (the quota was per human, not per adult) to buy as many as possible.
Anyway, Meg asked Magda why there was a shortage of toilet paper in Poland at that time. We never did find out the answer to that one, because Art interjected the suggestion "Bad Polish food?", which caused everyone to go into hysterics. By the time we'd recovered, the subject was vegetarian crocodiles or something like that.
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