I would have gone straight to our watering hole or some place to eat, splurge my week’s allowance but I haven’t done that in the last 4 years it's almost seem alien to me. The last time I splurged was on a pair of hiking shoes and it was even on sale. Money really is harder to let go when you’re the one earning it.
After 5pm, I just don’t know where to go to kill time for the 7pm appointment.
Our watering hole would be filled with kids 15 or so years younger than me and it’d be too uncomfortable partaking the ice cold beer while thinking if my 2 year old son had dinner already. Weirder even because I haven’t drank alone in public for the last 5 years of my life. It kinda leaves an uncomfortable thought to me…what would they say? Never have I imagined I would even care about what they'd say. I’ve embarrassed myself puking in public, at my friends' apartments when I was young and risky, at the restrooms of my university, most memorable was at the wet lab while supposedly accompanying a friend for an overnight observation of her fishes, which ended with her mopping up the mess I made at the wet lab female restroom.
Your perspectives do change once a kid comes along. You at least want to prove you’re deserving of him. (Yet that doesn’t make us not want to teach him tricks to becoming a really out of this world kid.)
My phone died half an hour to 5pm so I can’t call the party people and ask who among them I can meet early or at least give me things to do before the party. I’m not a party person and these people know that very well so in the last 15 years of our lives they give me very little participation in party planning as possible. I could hardly even plan for the 1st birthday party of our son, which we celebrated with a lot of beer and pulutan at a more respectable watering hole, and his father suffering from sore throat from too much puking and terrible hang over the next day.
little boy asking for beer and pulutan on his first birthday.
We do try to be model parents, really.
Trusting my intuition I went straight from office to the house we’ve partied on, puked on, slept over, converted to a locker room, storage area, cried, scared ourselves to death, fought, and screamed, among others for the last 15 years, not to mention being banned from the whole community for being to rowdy and noisy during lunch. We were banned because our noise woke up the babies of the neighbors. What can you expect from 10 puberty-ing girls put together in one small house? A lot of noise, that is.
My friend’s mother was already there when I arrived, thank god. Otherwise I might really have to send myself to that drinking station and arrive at the party drunk.
Now that won’t really be a good example to the future parents, will it?
