The Banter Decanter

Café Vaudeville was quiet last night but we certainly weren't. A few hadn't been before and marvelled at the interior decoration. Someone mentioned that the chandeleers cost £2.5 million and who's to argue? The only thing I can't reason is why there's a ladies on every floor but the gents is on the 3rd. At least it's huge and there's no queue's.

The evening began as 12 of us were squeezed around a marble table and we all threw £10 in a kitty to get things moving. It's a great idea as everyone pays the same unless some munchkin orders a cocktail but beer was the order of the day so no squabbling.

After an hour or so, there were only 8 of us left and more money was thrown in and food was ordered. I had the goats cheese salad with a side of chips which was delicious. Yvonne ordered salted chilli squid which looked mouth-watering but there's no way I'm paying £7 for a starter that I'm not going to remember how it tasted. Then more Guinness please, thank-you.

By 9pm only the hardcore remained and we moved to comfier seats and the inane banter began. Then the killer topics began: paedophilia, Northern Irish politics and the bane of all conversations - work. After much chagrin I intervened and brought up my recent post of 3 movies not to watch giving a much relived group something besides heart-ache to discuss.
When drunk it is best to avoid conversation that creates tension as it only leads to misinterpretation and possible bitching. Speaking of which, there was plenty of that when work was discussed but I suppose it's a good way of letting off steam.

Nevertheless a good night was had and I look forward to more of the same.