I'm not calling you a liar, just stop lying to me

[hawkwing_lb]

Athens is chilly. The Institute building is lovely and airy, which is great for the summer. Right now, though, I'm finding it ironic that I'm huddling by a radiator in my jumper when in the same outside temperature at home I'd be wandering around the house in my shirtsleeves.

The embassy party last night, as I believe I mentioned, was weird. There were two quite bad musicians who only knew one reel, singing (off-key) nuns from Argentina, and many many people whom I did not know. Although I did manage to get introduced to several other archaeologists who were there for the free drink and food, and they were lovely people, but I ended up mostly hiding behind a couple of them, including a nice Bulgarian called Chavdar. (And talking to a Hungarian First Secretary called Zoltan, and trying not to talk to a strange man from the Mexican embassy who was admiring my jacket.)

I hate strange people. They are exhausting.

On the plus side, breakfast comprised lovely strawberries and Greek yoghurt and the maple syrup I brought from an Irish supermarket at great expense. All yoghurt should have maple syrup in it. Well, unless it's already flavoured.

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

I am terrible at parties and other kinds of big formal gathering where I know almost no-one. I sympathise.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Loud, noisy parties with no chairs. *shudder*

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

Surreal... How very typical of archaeologists, to turn up some place where there's free drink and food...

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

We were invited! By name, I'll have you know. :P