House Party 10/4/10
Once more entombed in the sanctuary of my pool house I think back on the madness of the day. It's not the first time I've secreted myself away here, where no one seeking anything but me would dare tread.
The house was alive with faces today, fifty or more I didn't know, women, children, young and old. So many people from so many nations who had transplanted themselves here for a better life. It was astounding how thoroughly British it was, so many accents I recognized from the isle of my forebears. That and our standard token Australian family.
Various unsubtle attempts at escape once more prove how socially inept I am, though it's hardly surprising, staying dry is harder than it seems when the hard drink flows like water. Water which robs those who partake of it of their good intentions. My Uncle Martin is the prime example, hateful and broken as he is. The drink absolves his sins, lets him feel free perhaps.
Maybe I have my reasons however. When the subject reaches a certain point the truth becomes apparent. They all laugh and joke and talk shop, but when you ask you get the same answer. They hate it here, some will just say it, others you can see it in their eyes. Whether they hate this place or just themselves is unclear, but the outcome is the same.
Every city has it's flaws, some are just under the surface, apparent if you only look
"The drinking never stops because the drinks absolve our sins"
Anton
The house was alive with faces today, fifty or more I didn't know, women, children, young and old. So many people from so many nations who had transplanted themselves here for a better life. It was astounding how thoroughly British it was, so many accents I recognized from the isle of my forebears. That and our standard token Australian family.
Various unsubtle attempts at escape once more prove how socially inept I am, though it's hardly surprising, staying dry is harder than it seems when the hard drink flows like water. Water which robs those who partake of it of their good intentions. My Uncle Martin is the prime example, hateful and broken as he is. The drink absolves his sins, lets him feel free perhaps.
Maybe I have my reasons however. When the subject reaches a certain point the truth becomes apparent. They all laugh and joke and talk shop, but when you ask you get the same answer. They hate it here, some will just say it, others you can see it in their eyes. Whether they hate this place or just themselves is unclear, but the outcome is the same.
Every city has it's flaws, some are just under the surface, apparent if you only look
"The drinking never stops because the drinks absolve our sins"
Anton