Even though everyone swore that they would leave office at 6pm and get to Robertson Quay asap for dinner and drinks, I knew that wouldn't happen. There were too many things going on and people would be held up. I cleverly made a dinner reservation for 7.45pm which eventually got pushed to 8.30pm and everyone finally turned up at 9pm. Not that I minded- it wasn't exactly waiting. Importantly, I had company, all sorted.
We chilled to an easy bottle of Italian white and had light bites first. The food at this place seemed superior to those at the dinner venue. Calamari was ordered at both venues and the earlier version spoke volumes with its tastier sauce and lighter batter. It felt good to be out and about during the last hour of sunlight. Better still, I didn't have to wear formal to work today. I came straight from the office in jeans and a tank top with a gigantic watch and didn't have to go home to change out to casuals.
We finally made it to dinner at 8.30pm. The food was reasonable, but it wasn't anything to shout about. (I've been spoilt by the man's pastas.) There were bottles of red and prosecco. The company was an absolute scream. We made alot of noise. Heeheeee. Luckily there was no table seated near enough to be annoyed by shrieks and guffaws. And I knocked over a glass of red which was thankfully contained on the tablecloth and didn't spill onto anyone's clothes.
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