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I've been invited out on Friday night. I'm not sure what that means any more. I remember it used to mean going and getting really pissed and eating food that would probably kill you any other time (hot chicken roll from Shell Vivian anyone?) Now I imagine going out probably involves being a bit sophisticated and talking about work and politics. I can probably manage the politics, although it changes all the bloody time so can't be sure.
I dread that moment when you're talking to an old acquaintance and it becomes apparent that they don't know anything about your life and couldn't really give a rats arse. I feel the same about them usually so it is just a question of escaping. Until a couple of months ago I had a very tedious job for Te Papa that I did from home, and it was amazing what a relief it was to have that to talk about.
I think really I've just got to get used to the idea that I'm a bit of a grown up now and learn to discuss recent movies, art, music etc.
Doesn't being really pissed sound nicer though?
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Lucky! But the problem with getting pissed (nice though it sounds) is that the kids still get up at the same time as always. There is no hell quite like a pounding hangover and rambunctious, uncooperative kids at 6:30 in the morning...
For conversation - why not mention your blog? By the time you explain the what, the why, and if they have a lot of stamina, the how, you shouldn't run out of things to talk about. And the bonus is that they won't bother you again!
I had a practice run last night and went into the city. We went to Liquidate and I got bought a glass of lovely pinot - so all off to a good start. The evening proceeded beautifully as everyone else got hammered and told lots of great office scandals (they're old workmates). I kept my poise and impressed with delightful anecdotes. Not really, but because I was sober and everyone else pissed I think I did okay.
Chose not to mention the blog. At this point only my sister and husband know about it. Gives me more liberty to be a bitch.
Ha.I know what you mean. I'm ancient but I still expect someone to shout;
"Hey, what are you doing here? You're not a grown-up." when i go out to 'gown-up' functions. Isn't everyone increbly boring when they are pissed and you are not?
*ahem* I seem to have left someones web page instead of my own...*sigh* still, he's very funny..
Well bless, I found them all to be very revealing rather than unfunny... I'm normally the indiscreet one so nice to be the one who'll remember it all for a change.
Ha, yes me too. Inforced sobriety during 3 pregancies, and the resulting breast feeding, gave me a whole new look on life.
Over now though...HAHAHAHA.
hic.
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