Dirty Looks From Passers By

Ungh. Fucking Fridays.

You know, you get to the end of a big week, and you just want to get it out of the way with a minimum of fuss. And then Friday gets up you from behind quicker than you can say Jack Robinson.

Actually, that's a little bit dramatic. Although today was full on, it wasn't all bad. It was actually quite enjoyable in some parts. Talking to parents, talking to kids. Having a hamburger for lunch. Eating English muffins with tomato and cheese for afternoon tea. It wasn't too bad.

There were a few trying moments though.

I made a little boy cry today. It was all for show though, he wasn't really upset, just making noise. I wasn't going to give him what he wanted though. Not until he'd finished his yoghurt. So, whatever. He was fine after a couple of minutes.

Another incident was in the afternoon. There was sort of two parts to it. The way that it went down was that I'd decided to let the younger kids have the first crack at seconds on the afternoon tea. The older kids didn't like this very much as they normally have their seconds first, but I was sick of the little guys missing out, so today was going to be reversed. The older kids weren't happy. They were going apeshit. I still don't really understand why. It was so over the top that it was kind of funny. So I went along with it. They said that I was smiling and that I was enjoying the pain that I was causing them. I said that I was, of course. Then they came up with something else. I can't really remember what, and I said something that I can't remember either. And then they kept on going, so I thought that I'd play the game their way.
They said something else, and I said, whatever, like I care. And that was it. You would have thought that I'd told them that their mother sucks cocks in hell or something. There was a look of absolute shock on their faces. I guess that in the heat of the moment maybe I stepped over the line. So a couple of them tried to stage a walkout. They didn't get very far.

I felt kind of bad about that, because obviously they hadn't gotten my intended joke. Maybe I was the only one who got it? So I went out and apologised for that, but then they came in and thought that they'd be able to be the first ones to have seconds. I said no, again. Again they went apeshit. This time instead of walking out, they put their plates down and went and sulked for an hour. That was okay with me, because I was pretty angry and didn't want to have to talk to spoiled tweenies.

The little kids liked that I stuck up for them, and they enjoyed their seconds.

Actually, I was talking a lady on the phone the other day. She was trying to sell me something, and we were getting on famously. We were bonding over how we'd both lost loved ones to the evil that is World Of Warcraft. But she was from Mexico, and I'm a Queenslander, and she tried to be funny about rugby. She wasn't specific about whether it was league or union, but it doesn't matter. She said that it was just an excuse for grown men to roll around together and press their bodies up against one another and grab hold of each other. And I said that that was why I liked to watch. We didn't get along quite so well after that.

This weekend I'm at my cousin's wedding down the coast at Coolangatta. I've been wondering what to wear all week, as I'd been told in the past that there was a Hawaiian theme. I didn't know if this meant that they wanted me to wear a shirt with a whole heap of hibiscus flowers in garish colours, or whether I should just wear normal sort of gear. And the answer finally came through this afternoon at 4:30. Smart casual to the wedding, and I can get changed if I want for the reception. But this poses a bit of a problem, what is smart casual anymore? I have no idea.

Is it shirt and slacks? Polo shirt and shorts? Shirt and shorts? Shirt and tie? Who knows? And what about shoes? I have no idea! I don't think that my Crocs will be acceptable. I hope that they're not. But what shoes do I have?

The wedding itself is being held in a park near the beach, I think. The reception is somewhere else down there.

Anyways.

Disco Stu is having his costume party this Sunday in the New Farm park. It should be interesting. I must admit I'm kind of scared about drinking on a Sunday though. I can't handle hangovers at work anymore. If you haven't heard about the party, it's a Halloween one. From midday. In New Farm park. It should be a good time. Come on down! Make sure you wear a costume though!