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So, I woke up today to discover snow on the ground. I then went 'argh' and went back to bed with my hangover. It's gone now, but I went Bopping last night and felt really fucking old. I found myself saying - out loud, mind - "In my day, they had music you could dance to; this is just NOISE." Oh good grief. And I still got hungover! HOW?
Anyway. In terms of being An Old Bastard, I'm having the kids around tomorrow for my Raisin party. I've made strings for them, sorted out their costumes and even phoned my mum for advice. The conversation went as thus:
"Mum, I don't wish to sound ungrateful, but my parties as a child ended about thirteen years ago. Do you remember what we ate?"
"Er... jelly and ice cream?"
"No, other than that."
She paused. "You're doing the cheese and pineapple on a stick thing, right?"
Eventually she got Dad, and we had a three way conversation. I am going shopping tonight for what will essentially be a mad eighties style kiddies party (with added vodka); the rest of the evening involves some baking and cleaning like a madwoman (and wrapping up my stuff for Pass the Parcel) and tomorrow I have to actually, you know, cook, and make sure my six (six! all with different fathers! just call me Myra. Sorry,
pombear) kids have a great day.
And on Monday I will cook them a decent breakfast and dress them up as warmly as physically possible. We're due more snow tonight and tomorrow morning, so lord knows how the poor buggars will cope with the foam fight on Monday morning. I might slip brandy into their drinks...
(And yes, this is university sponsored fun and a tradition dating back for donkey's years. My university=more mental than yours.)
Anyway. In terms of being An Old Bastard, I'm having the kids around tomorrow for my Raisin party. I've made strings for them, sorted out their costumes and even phoned my mum for advice. The conversation went as thus:
"Mum, I don't wish to sound ungrateful, but my parties as a child ended about thirteen years ago. Do you remember what we ate?"
"Er... jelly and ice cream?"
"No, other than that."
She paused. "You're doing the cheese and pineapple on a stick thing, right?"
Eventually she got Dad, and we had a three way conversation. I am going shopping tonight for what will essentially be a mad eighties style kiddies party (with added vodka); the rest of the evening involves some baking and cleaning like a madwoman (and wrapping up my stuff for Pass the Parcel) and tomorrow I have to actually, you know, cook, and make sure my six (six! all with different fathers! just call me Myra. Sorry,
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And on Monday I will cook them a decent breakfast and dress them up as warmly as physically possible. We're due more snow tonight and tomorrow morning, so lord knows how the poor buggars will cope with the foam fight on Monday morning. I might slip brandy into their drinks...
(And yes, this is university sponsored fun and a tradition dating back for donkey's years. My university=more mental than yours.)
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Date: 2008-11-23 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-24 10:13 am (UTC)(Actually I'm not sure I ever went to one as a child. University-sponsored fun is much commended.)
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Date: 2008-11-25 01:00 pm (UTC)