Butler Sheetmetal power meetings have a tendency to take place at some rather bizarre times. For example, Stephanie and myself popped round to my sister’s last night to have a spot of dinner with her and John.
The food was delightful and the bottles of Black Stump Shiraz even more so. (You’ve got to hand Matt a tiny bit of credit for finding that one…..’tis a beauty.)
By the time we were on the verge of clearing John of his final bottle (honestly, it’s bloody lovely stuff) talk had obviously turned to planters.
You were also fully aware as to who had hit the vino collapso the hardest by seeing who’d been sucking beetroot through a strainer the hardest. Well it was either that or certain members of the cosy foursome had foregone teeth brushing duties for the day. And to be fair, one look at John’s Ribena moustache did give him away as chief soak for the evening – with Stephanie hard on his heels about to pull one of her infamous stroke-faces.
Anyhow, although my memory of the night’s proceedings may be a tad hazy, here are the minutes of said power meeting in no particular logical order:
My wife goes on some intoxicated ramble about how bloody bone idle I am and how she could’ve do a website in three days – tops. My sister, sensing blood and with that kind of pack instinct women develop when a conversation opens up to allow such things, moans about John being a bit tight. Both true, but we felt they pressed the point home for a bit longer than seems gracious.
Planned another power meeting for this coming Tuesday with Matt in tow to discuss other planter related matters and how best to crack America. Meeting was put back to a week on Tuesday due to the fact that it’d take that long to get another crate of Black Stump.
A completely garbled, nonsensical conversation about marketing, blogging and how good/crap we’ve been over the past year develops into a full blown argument between the men and the women about whether you should always accentuate the positive in business or should you always try to put the whole situation in context.
[Fag break]
Not that I’m bitter, but who exactly is up with the sparrows doing a spot web tinkering and who exactly is out for the count?
