In a strange twist of fate, my evil boyfriend got hold of my keyboard and sent a note to Pete stating "I love you have my babies". Now all sorts of rumours are going to circulate around the office. Bah.
11 of us are heading out to Restaurant 22 for dinner tomorrow night. Despite the crap web site, it's supposed to have excellent food and wine and I've been wanting to try it for ages. I may bring my camera, so stay tuned for the possibility of "I'm trying not to get drunk so I can enjoy/remember this food" shots of my friends and loved one.