I’m afraid I’m still a bit out of steam here, and even less fortunately there are no photos to share, but on the weekend we also held a book release party for The Final Fall of Man #5 at Bar Äijä’s.
There was also a certain amount of celebration and commiseration about the whole work situation, which was nice. And, as ever, an excellent gathering with great friends – some of whom it has been far too long since I caught up with, some of whom it hasn’t been long at all but it was still great to see them.
Oh, and some great food. The theme was “chicken, eggs, corn”, as anyone who has read Blaran will understand. Hence Mrs. Hatboy’s pie, Mr. BRKN’s amazing devilled eggs, and Kristiina and Heikki’s monumental pile of chicken nuggets (washed down with jallu).
 I am sure I saw, from the distance of the bar, that some other BRKN food was on offer but I didn’t get any of it. Unless I did, and then forgot because of the jallu. It’s possible.
All in all it was another excellent party. Kristiina won the quiz – yes, she managed it by a single point, but then she also found another clanger of a continuity error (although I will be able to correct this one in the next book) which I believe earned her an additional point and ought to have cost Mr. BRKN a point too. But I didn’t count those, so it was a nice close one. Mr. BRKN, Kristiina and Mrs. Hatboy were way out ahead of the pack, which included “I didn’t read the book” and “I didn’t even read the questions”. Those people, incidentally, will not even be having their points tallied next time. My quiz prizes are going to be amping up for the end of the series and there’s a certain point at which time-wasters cannot be tolerated.
 The one after Molran, that is.
The laughs continued with Bar Äijä’s’ first barfight, a playful throw-down between Bella and Mrs. BRKN that I won’t go on record naming winners for. There was an ongoing arse-slapping contest after the fight – or possibly before, my inner timeline is a bit messed up – and this culminated in a fantastic lunge-splits-slap-bucket-kick that very nearly reduced both the Bar Äijä’s ice bucket and Mrs. BRKN’s knee to shards. Many a glass of Long Island Iced Tea was chugged, and there were a few early failures, but on the whole the drinks were well-received. Many thanks as ever to Heikki for standing in as bartender while I took a break.
 For example, now we know that the wine in the bar-barrel is bad – very, very bad – despite the fact that Mr. Fahrenheit drank a pint of it last party. We also know that pear-flavoured Minttu mixed with orange juice and some other liqueur is okay by itself, but coupled with chicken-orange-marzipan pie it becomes evil.
Oh, and there was a nice little Northern Lights show in the middle of the night, too.
All in all, an excellent send-off into the big wide world for Blaran.