Update

It's all good- i just didn't have the full story. Turns out they couldn't wait because Jill had to work in the afternoon- they were sorry I couldn't come and said they'd probably go again next week so we could all go.

we got together last night and drank ourselves ridiculously drunk.
It was staff night.
we arrived at the pub around 10, when then place was still dead, had cheap pitchers and danced on an empty floor. i tried to check my email in the pub computer room at one point and realized i had to close one eye to try to focus on the screen. I asked to borrow the pub digital camera, and andrew the trusting bartender on that night stupidly gave it to me. i promptly lost it and spent a fretful half hour or so searching the dance floor, hoping it would just appear somewhere. i even reached behind the speaker where i had been sitting- hoping maybe it had fallen behind- only to put my finger open on a piece of glass. some bandaids and a miracle later the camera ended up in the office by some good staffer's hands. i rejoiced and we continued to dance, on the floor that ha become packed around us.

this may sound like a fairly full account- but dear lord those are the very few events that i remember.