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Dad had his retirement drinkies this evening. Technically, he retired at 5:01pm, at which point it was the first time since 1966 that he'd been unemployed.
He'll be back at work on Tuesday.
We went for dinner afterwards at the East Taste Cafe on Gouger St, and OMG it was good. This is a recommendation from me; I hate oysters, but I loved theirs', the smoked tea duck was crispy, comparatively low fat and to die for and the salt and pepper eggplant melted in my mouth with an explosion of flavour that I'm still drooling over (like a very well done deep fried camembert, the coating was crispy and the centre just melted away on your tongue). The service was excellent, and by excellent I mean very very very very very good, and it cost us just over $60 for four people, none of whom are particularly small eaters, not including alcohol.
I will be going back. My gods, good. Oooh yeah.
I spent a fair amount of time this evening at drinkies drinking with Dads' ex-secretaries, people who I haven't seen (in some cases) for years and years. It was good to catch up. Apparently Dad sings a lot around the office. Almost all his co-workers knew the tune or at least the first line or two of the Marseillaise (sp?) from Bastille Day, and/or parts of 'It Ain't Necessarily So' (a popular song to sing after Dinners in my family).
More than one person came up to me to say he loves my father. While flattering, this is also slightly less wierd than what complete strangers usually come up to me to say in pubs when drunk, so I was quite happy to hear it.
He'll be back at work on Tuesday.
We went for dinner afterwards at the East Taste Cafe on Gouger St, and OMG it was good. This is a recommendation from me; I hate oysters, but I loved theirs', the smoked tea duck was crispy, comparatively low fat and to die for and the salt and pepper eggplant melted in my mouth with an explosion of flavour that I'm still drooling over (like a very well done deep fried camembert, the coating was crispy and the centre just melted away on your tongue). The service was excellent, and by excellent I mean very very very very very good, and it cost us just over $60 for four people, none of whom are particularly small eaters, not including alcohol.
I will be going back. My gods, good. Oooh yeah.
I spent a fair amount of time this evening at drinkies drinking with Dads' ex-secretaries, people who I haven't seen (in some cases) for years and years. It was good to catch up. Apparently Dad sings a lot around the office. Almost all his co-workers knew the tune or at least the first line or two of the Marseillaise (sp?) from Bastille Day, and/or parts of 'It Ain't Necessarily So' (a popular song to sing after Dinners in my family).
More than one person came up to me to say he loves my father. While flattering, this is also slightly less wierd than what complete strangers usually come up to me to say in pubs when drunk, so I was quite happy to hear it.
