We avoid parties, unless they are hosted by someone we know well. Actually, we don't really get asked to them anymore. I'll call him Sech, as he is ethnic Indian, 50 years old and looks about 35. He plays competitive soccer and is quite nice looking and speaks English almost like an Australian. His partner is 70+ gay white male and they live in a modest house in the inner suburb of Richmond, which would be worth a lot of money as Richmond has become a very desirable suburb. It is south of Swan Street towards the river, and east of Church Street, on a hill. You can see the city buildings over the rectangular sports stadium from the street.
This is not unusual, but as well as his older partner, Sesh has temporary boyfriends, usually from Asia. He ran a recent marathon in Penang and someone he met along the way who is now staying with him here in Australia while on holidays.
Our friend, who checked with Sech if we could attend the party said, Sech will get drunk and we won't eat until ten o'clock so we shall dine first at the Palmerston Hotel, near your place. Our Bother Friends dined with us too at the hotel but did not come to the party. As we arrived, why are you so late, the question was asked. It was explained that we had already eaten.
Now I really don't like parties. If I am to attend one, I need wine, lots of wine. We did take a bottle of wine, but probably drank more than one. R was driving, so he was his usual moderate self.
We had a terrible fight in the car between the pub and where we had dined and Sesh's abode. I had already looked the address up on Google Maps on my phone, but R was insisting on using the sat nav, which I didn't really know how to work immediately. Thirty five years of argument history came up in a fifteen minute drive. Such is life.
We snaffled the last parking space in the street. Parking in Richmond is problematic now. At the eastern end of the street is a large park, which I know nothing about but will investigate in the future.
As our friend said, Sech did get drunk but he functions and the meal was served at 10pm, but how regretful we were that we ate earlier, when the delicious smells of curry were wafting about. Everyone else hoed into the tucker, but we already sated guests did not. I have no issues with a meal at 10pm occasionally. I was so wishing we had not eaten earlier and had an appetite.
Oh yes, there was a gorgeously friendly dog in attendance too. The women's final of the Australian Open was on the tv and it kept peoples attention until the game concluded. I said, if Li cries, I will too. She didn't and nor did I. As parties go, it wasn't a bad one.