Sunday - A day of rest

Alex's parents were down for the weekend (they saw her play on Saturday), and took us out for lunch to their hotel. I had a beef roast, and it was AMAZING, if you could ignore the two old ladies on the table across the room from us: "This gravy tastes like Oxo with water, still that's english food for you..." amongst many other gems. Twas good to see them though, Alex's family are really nice - shame Andrew couldn't come down though.

In the evening I toddled off to Jesus for Chris's Birthday Formal. It was an unusual affair, Boycie was concussed, which was entertaining, if a little disturbing. I sat next to Joe, which was cool, but was also surrounded by weird Jesuit (not what their called, but it'll do) SPSers and Compscis - twas very disturbing! Went back to the bar where Geoff and I promptly thrased Boycie and Compsci at table football, 2-1. Wooha!

Wandered back from Jesus to the Braeside kitchen where I received my secret Santa name ... oooh! Wouldn't you like to know who it was!!?? Ha. We then played a ridiculous number of games of Articulate, which Alex was amazing at - somehow I never got to go on her team though. I came out with some unfortunate clues, including mixing up "fatwahs" and "tea towels", and giving "Muslims wear them on their heads" for Turban (actually Durban, but it was the best way I could think of clueing it). We then played the limerick game until the early hours, followed by word association. Good old xmas - all the classic games come out to play.