Italian Wine Tasting Dinner

The Young Dutchman either loves me or hates me, I can't decide which, because my head hurt this morning (Mr Attractive was insisting on buying me multiple drinks in the bar last night, after we had been standing right in the path of the champagne top-ups all evening) and The Young Dutchman insisted that we play squash this morning. Called me at 8:30 AM to settle a time. I'm not sure how he does it, because according to texts, he was out even later than me and drinking more than me, but yet he called me on his way in to some breakfast event. Waking up to The Young Dutchman is definitely a good way to start the day, but I wish he didn't insist on physical exercise while my head is still pounding!

Because I can never say no to the Young Dutchman, I went and did actually win a game, but overall lost 2 games out of 3. And I only won the one I did because the Young Dutchman was very kind and let me re-do all of my faulty serves. It was embarrassing because when I greeted him, I could still practically smell alcohol fumes coming off of him, and he hadn't had breakfast yet. And then there I was, fully breakfasted, and there was one part where I seriously thought I was going to collapse right there on the court, I was panting so hard. Of course when I asked him how on earth he did it, he just gave me a wink and said, "Impressive physique".

He spent most of the match moaning and stressing about how crushed he was going to be if he didn't get into Oxford, as the waiting game, waiting to see if they take him, is really killing him.

So you can imagine my delight later that same afternoon when he called with the good news. He got in!! And I was so charmed, he called me first before he called anyone else or even put it on FB. Just had a great call with the two of us mutually shrieking about how great it was.

And then lest you think I'm too biased towards Oxford, dashed off a breezy note to Mr Attractive to just say how nice it had been to see him last night, and got a response within 30 seconds. Yeah, am definitely going to have to find an excuse to head back to Cambridge before too long...

My friend Margaret was still staying with me, so in the evening I'd made plans to take her to an Italian Wine Tasting dinner. It was one of the more "regular" club events, where the crowd was older, but it meant that there was quite delicious food, and some really excellent wines paired with each course. We had the good fortune to be seated with a group that provided some lively conversation, and Margaret really got into talking linguistics with one of the guys. Overall, excellent dinner and excellent evening, and I think Margaret enjoyed the formal evening at the club.

At the very end of the evening, as we were sitting in the bar enjoying a post-dinner drink, the Young Dutchman drunk-dialled me and begged us to come to the Carlton where he was having drinks. I promised Margaret that it would be brief (as it was quite late and she desperately wanted to go home and go to bed), but when we got to the Carlton they said they were closed and refused to let us in! So I texted the Young Dutchman that fact while Margaret grabbed the opportunity to pile us into a cab.

Apparently as soon as he got my text, the Young Dutchman raced down the stairs, but we were already in a cab on our way home. Too bad, I would have enjoyed to see him all drunk and happy on his Oxford acceptance, but I was sure we would see each other the next day. So for now, it was off to bed with us!