Weekend

Okay, so Italy is the winner of the 2006 Football World Cup. Just a bloody great ending to a bloody great weekend. Not.

Yesterday was spent running around like a blue arse fly trying to find a present for someone I don't know in order to socialise today. Now, I shudder at the thought of being made to socialise, but unfortunately, this was one of those occasions where I simply lacked my usually sharp mind when it comes to finding a valid excuse *snerk*. So, you can just about imagine how wonderful today went. Not.

It was one of those occasions that reminded me why I don't like living in Germany. The host had invited two sets of acquaintances. I mean, she's nice enough, don't get me wrong, I met her once before and didn't dislike her. So, we got there, were introduced to one set of Muggles people who sat right outside the kitchen in the garden. Thereafter, we were told to move on to the back of the garden, where we would find people we actually know. Well, okay. Dorkboy "knew" them from work (she's a colleague), I've met each of them once or twice before. The Big Boss was there, so everyone felt the need to suck up to him and his Stepford wife *shudders*. Said Stepford wife took one look at me and evidently decided she likes me not. Which was perfectly fine with moi because the simple thought of having to reply to anything she might say to me had me in near epileptic fits.

And all that doesn't even touch on the latest fandom wank, which, yet again, is all about PtQ. I am so glad I'm clever enough to have found the delete key and to have figured out that I can indeed delete messages without having to read them. *snerk*

Something positive now: The weather was bearable.