Mine’s a pint of Bass
My Seattle leaving do was full of a hand-picked set of local characters that I’ve met through blogging, tea parties, being a Lecturer in a past life, and being taken to bizarre mountain getways surrounded by gnomes and melon-eating hyennas (you had to be there). LaCroix and I were able to indulge our predelictions for Bass ale, while others drank iced tea, all around it was a stonker! One of the girls that arranged this party had also attended my ‘leaving the UK’ party in April 2000!
By the end of the excellent evening everything was slightly fuzzy. I had to hold onto the patriotic balloons in order to maintain a standard upright position. The infamous grin was on full display all evening.
