In fact, last week I had to extend my overdraft online by £100, to cover a leaving dinner which took place yesterday, the day before payday. I'm glad I did, though, because it was a very pleasant evening. (And anyway, now that Paul's been paid I can knock that £100 off the overdraft again and go back to normal...)
We went to Piccollino last night, an Italian restaurant in Brindley Place (opposite Ikon Gallery and directly behind Flares), and there were ten of us in total, though one of the people for whom the dinner was held didn't turn up, as she left several weeks ago... We were under the impression she would come, but never mind...
The food was lovely. Fairly expensive (I always think Italian food is horribly overpriced anyway), but actually worth the money. The grills were very steep (steaks were about £20!) but the pastas, pizzas and risottos weren't too bad (between £9 and £12), and it all came to about £20 per head in the end, which was surprising considering how quickly the wine was flowing...
It was all very laid back and we finally left the restaurant around 9.45, ambled back in a New Street sort of direction and parted ways at the ramp to go our separate ways. Everyone always says after nights out like this that we should do it more often, as we only ever seem to get together when people are leaving. The good intentions are usually scuppered by various other work commitments, though... Ah well.
As a result of being slightly tipsy and the heat last night, however, I'm somewhat hungover and decidedly sleepy today. (And we might be going out AGAIN for another leaver tonight! Will have to see how I feel about that later...) I also had two very bizarre dreams, which I shall recount herein. :)
Dream: Exciting Exhibition
This dream, ironically, started with me coming back from a night out, or going from one place to another to meet Paul there. I was really tired. He had an article he wanted to show me in what looked like the Metro or simliar, and I had a brief glimpse at it and realised it was about Sunset Boulevard, and at that point I thought it was just a little article on the page. I remember being too tired to read it at the time and put it to one side to read the next day.
The next morning I got on the bus to go to work, and for some reason Eni (commoncomitatus) was there as well. She had the same newspaper as Paul did last night and was showing me the same article. It turned out to be a full two-page spread on some exhibition that was showing in America (in LA, I presume) all about Sunset Boulevard, including new digitally-enhanced photographs and information about the film and musical. I think the newspapers was running a competition to win a trip to see it, and I remember saying, "That would be the best holiday EVER."
Then I think I was actually at the exhibition, where appropriately enough, the entire foyer / entrance was dominated by a giant, digitally re-coloured photograph of Gloria Swanson as Norma Desmond, and the car (Ischotta Frascini? My brain is giving me that, but some of the consonants might be wrong. :P) was on a plinth in front of it. Which, actually, if there ever was an exhibition about Sunset Boulevard, would obviously be the very best way to start it off. :D
You seemed to need key cards to get in, which I presume you bought from the ticket desk, and... that's all I remember. Annoyingly, because I really want to know what else was in there...
The next dream must have happened between alarms. Paul and I had gone to visit his friend, Charles (who I've never met) and his wife. I don't know if the people in the dream actually resembled Charles and his wife, but in any case that is definitely who they were. Whilst we were there, it transpired we'd missed a birthday party. Then we found a birthday card that we'd bought and never gotten around to sending, even though we'd filled it out with a message. I can remember that the card was purple with silver embellishments.
At this point Paul started blaming me for not sending the card, even though it was for his friend and I didn't know where they lived. I was trying to explain this but he wouldn't accept that it was partly his fault. Then Charles and his wife started to shout at both of us because we hadn't sent the card, so they didn't think we'd remembered the birthday and thus didn't invite us to the party (or something like that), and we were sitting down on either side of a table, a la Wife Swap.
They were both about to start firing questions at us, and I suggested that the girls go in one room and the boys to another, but Charles's wife interpreted that as them both interrogating us separately. The next thing I remember is Paul was telling his version of events in great detail and I was just trying to remember if I'd even seen the card before or knew anything about it in the slightest...
And then I woke up.
I totally want a Sunset Boulevard exhibition, though. :D I suppose I'll have to make do with the Tim Burton artwork exhibition when it finally appears in the UK in about 2011. And frankly, I'm not missing that for anything. :P