Post Implementation Review: 11th June Dinner Drinks and Karaoke

Result: Success. The proposed run sheet went pretty much to plan, with a couple of added bonuses. Nam Loong got the job done with dinner, and didn't seem to care that the later it got the rowdier we became (their fault really - pretty much a direct result of their byo policy). Other things that worked well included grabbing a wedge round of pocari sweat's (plus some hello panda's) from the Asian grocer on the way to karaoke, plus paying for karaoke up front (removing the need to work out cash from 16 peeps at 2am after 100 beers). Karaoke was great, although have to say it did get a bit schweaty with 16 units crammed into a small booth.

And the awards go to:

• Best Dressed: Chaz Humphries
• Best Non-Hairdo: Chaz Humphries
• Best Disappearing Act: Bec Rosa
• Best Lie: Michael Nash (refer to Appendix A)
• Best Conversion of a Lollipop Container Into a Fake Tittie: Ash Buller
• Best Overuse of the Phrase "Oh My God This Is My Song!": Penny Goh
• Best Venue Addition: Simon Byrne (for suggesting the Exford for a power beer while waiting 2 mins for the waiter to clear our table before dinner)
• Best Social Sickie: Fi and Nath
• Best Accident: Sarah Curtain
• Best Solution: Charles Humprhies, Ash Buller and Michael Nash (refer to Appendix B)
• Best Bomb Dropped in the Karaoke Room: Bit of a mystery this one, but topping the list of suspects is CH and FB.

If I've missed any awards/highlights, please comment!

Appendix A: Best Lie

Fliss noticed that I kept on looking at her teeth while we were talking during dinner.  "Do I have something in my teeth?" she asked, to which I replied "Yep". She tried to get it out: "Is it gone?". "No" was the reply. Fliss tried again. "Is it gone now?". "Not yet". Fliss tried again. "Now?". Me: "Yep". The extremely noticeable half eaten spinach remains were actually still there, but I sure as hell couldn't be fucked with that conversation anymore.

Appendix B: Best Solution

Pretty sure that Ash, Chazzo and Myself came up with the solution to the live cattle export problem over wind-down beers at Golden Monkey around 2am, although unfortunately we were pretty pissed so none of us could remember it the next day.