Tonight, I’ll be going out for supper.
Just me, myself and I. My gorgeous phone charged, earphones in the bag, smokes in pocket. Since I’ll be on my own, again, and I don’t quite feel like sitting at home again on a Saturday night, Elenore Moore and the Bandstand notwithstanding, I’d like to experience humanity only on a peripheral level tonight. Which means no real interaction, but still a surrounding of the masses.
And I deserve to be rewarded for carting around rugrats this morning, hugging a bunch of old people and helping them pack up their pancake paraphernalia. I did get two jaffels out of the deal. Let me tell you about jaffles, if you don’t already know of them. It’s been a longstanding tradition at all South African, Afrikaans church fete’s. Two slices of bread, with a filling of delicious savoury mince, in a pan specially designed for it, toasted over a gas flame. Suppose it’s a staple of church fete’s all over the world. Quick, easy, and very tasty. Fills you up like nobody’s business. But I still feel the need for proper sustenance, and, of course, the sideways glances I get for sitting on my own in a family restaurant 😉 Might even go so far as to drink a sherry to myself!
Did get a whole box full of alcohol yesterday from work, but it’s no fun drinking on your own, so I’ll wait until I have some kind of company before I crack a bottle of anything! Was talking yesterday – they have vintage port that you can buy for more money than I care to spend on alcohol. To my way of thinking, by the time I open my bottles, they’ll be vintage in any case 😉 I only got stuff I enjoy drinking, and it’s always nice to have things in your drinks cabinet for that one day when you have unexpected people, or the ones you expect gets in the mood for something stronger than the coffee I usually offer!
And of course, the one kid had a huge fight with his partner last night. Guess what I was doing this morning until 2:30 am? Yes. I was playing the consoling mother, with an ear open to any and all possible reasons for the fight. Seeing the reasons behind it, and trying to help make a course of action clear. Another reason for the reward of a supper out. It’s not easy to be rational at that time of the morning, not losing your temper, being clear and concise. Poor kid. I wish I knew how to really help him, but some things you just have to muddle through yourself. And dealing with other people’s as well as your own insecurities is difficult fo a woman of my age – can’t imagine how difficult it must be for the young things out there!
Hope you enjoy the joke, and the tune – have a good Saturday!!
I met an older woman at a bar last night.
She wasn’t bad for 57, we drank and bullsh*tted a bit, then she asked if
I ‘d ever had a mother and daughter threesome?
I said no.
We drank a bit more, then she says that tonight was my lucky night.
I went back to her place.
She put the hall light on and shouted upstairs:
“Mom you still awake?”