Wednesday, January 29, 2014

A Party

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.

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  1. That is the gamble having a dinner separate from the one you are invited to. Even if you timed your arrival for after the invited dinner you risk hearing stories about how delicious was the meal you missed out on.

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    1. Indeed Victor, but it was a matter not in our control.

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  2. Damned if you do and damned if you don't ! Sounds like the story of my life at times lol
    Cathy

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    1. Mine too Cathy, mine too.

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  3. If there might be booze, or if parking might be a problem, or bith, hail a taxi.

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    1. Hels, it is rare for us to get a cab, but we often use public transport at night, mainly trams.

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  4. Watching TV at a party????

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    1. Diane, it was the tennis final and not so intrusive. It almost seemed like it was over before it started. People still chatted.

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  5. Your mistake was dining instead of snacking earlier. Just a snack to tide you over would have seen you bale to hoe into the curry along with every one else. Something to remember next time? I don't do parties either.

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    1. Correct River, we should have had a snack earlier.

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  6. You should have taken a little snack before going there, that's what we do when we know that dinner will be very late as we usually eat around 7pm. Fights in the car are quite normal, it's the only space where you can't escape unless you jump out of the car !

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    1. Hehe Gattina, jumping out of the car has happened in the past.

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  7. Sometimes dinners are unusual and funny in some ways
    however interesting

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    1. They are Gosia. I prefer to go to a restaurant now, rather than eat at someone's home.

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  8. Whew. What a relief. Whenever we have to go to a party, we go with dread. It's nice to be pleasantly surprised. Glad you made peace (I assume you made peace?) and were able to get on with the evening.

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    1. Mitchell, a bit of a squabble once home, but all was ok by the next day.

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  9. I've often wondered what it must be like with two men in a car trying to work out directions.. men for some reason will never admit that they have no idea where they are or how to get to where they're going.. I can't tell you how many times P has refused to ask for directions even though we are quite clearly LOST! Tres frustrating :)

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    1. Ask for directions Grace? Sacre bleu. Never.

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  10. Off the subject andrew but how was the fallout blue with your work collegue?

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    1. He didn't know it was me and reported something I did to management. I was quite correct in what I did and he did not know the full facts.

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