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Fine Dining
Mar. 11th, 2006 12:29 pmOne of the few benefits of working where I do is the opportunity to join various sports and social clubs subsidized by the company. Last night, I attended the annual dinner for my employer's Hill Walking Club, taking place at the Bruntsfield Hotel. This made a nice change from the usual work nights out, which invariably boil down to an evening at the pub. The evening also afforded me an opportunity to meet more people from outside of my own department, and to become better acquainted with the other walkers I had met on the four club outings I've attended so far. That, and I never turn down the offer of a good meal.
The food was very well prepared and very much to my liking. The company was most certainly interesting too. I did feel a little out of place there, being both one of the youngest people there (pretty much everyone at my table was in their thirties), and also in a far lower position within the bank than most. In some ways, it was a glimpse into a world I fear I may never be a part of. Even so, I felt more comfortable here than I do on the evenings spent in pubs with my workmates. Everyone was friendly, and it was great to hear tales of peoples adventures in the highlands, of walks in Spain and Germany, and of volunteer work done in Sri Lanka.
Along with the high brow stuff came bizarre conversations about pole dancing classes and subscription chocolate clubs. Definitely not like my typical work night out. I'm maybe looking in the wrong place of I want to make new friends, but I did enjoy the evening as I'd hoped. Strangely, an interest in hill walking and a taste for malt whisky seem to go hand in hand, so for a change I wasn't the only ordering the stuff, as round after round of Laphroaig and Highland Park were brought to the table. (Okay, the consuming lots of alcohol aspect never seems to change, but it's not like I'm complaining.)
After I bade my farewell, I made my way to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scotm's house for a late arrival at his filmnight. Only Stephen was there. We watched Sympathy for Lady Vengeance , which I enjoyed even more on the second viewing. My first was tainted by expectations from Park's earlier film, Oldboy. This time, I was able to appreciate the inventive storytelling more fully. Sadly, I had to leave after that, being in danger of falling asleep, and made my way home among the early leavers from the nearby club night.
Today, I'm heading home to Kinross for my Dad's birthday tomorrow. My sister is up from London as well, so I can give her her birthday present too.
The food was very well prepared and very much to my liking. The company was most certainly interesting too. I did feel a little out of place there, being both one of the youngest people there (pretty much everyone at my table was in their thirties), and also in a far lower position within the bank than most. In some ways, it was a glimpse into a world I fear I may never be a part of. Even so, I felt more comfortable here than I do on the evenings spent in pubs with my workmates. Everyone was friendly, and it was great to hear tales of peoples adventures in the highlands, of walks in Spain and Germany, and of volunteer work done in Sri Lanka.
Along with the high brow stuff came bizarre conversations about pole dancing classes and subscription chocolate clubs. Definitely not like my typical work night out. I'm maybe looking in the wrong place of I want to make new friends, but I did enjoy the evening as I'd hoped. Strangely, an interest in hill walking and a taste for malt whisky seem to go hand in hand, so for a change I wasn't the only ordering the stuff, as round after round of Laphroaig and Highland Park were brought to the table. (Okay, the consuming lots of alcohol aspect never seems to change, but it's not like I'm complaining.)
After I bade my farewell, I made my way to
scotm's house for a late arrival at his filmnight. Only Stephen was there. We watched Sympathy for Lady Vengeance , which I enjoyed even more on the second viewing. My first was tainted by expectations from Park's earlier film, Oldboy. This time, I was able to appreciate the inventive storytelling more fully. Sadly, I had to leave after that, being in danger of falling asleep, and made my way home among the early leavers from the nearby club night.Today, I'm heading home to Kinross for my Dad's birthday tomorrow. My sister is up from London as well, so I can give her her birthday present too.
