I've had a few days off. It's now Wednesday. The bar dinner was on Friday. It turned out to be relatively uneventful. Much drink was taken - but not really by me, for once - and at the end of the evening I was glad I'd made the decision just to book a room. It'd have been no fun trying to get a taxi down by the Clyde at 4am on a Saturday.
It was nice not to be involved in the whole "waking up and wondering what I did" scenario.