Of wigs and buck nights...
I just found out today that my son could potentially be afraid clowns. Yes, and he might develop a distinct phobia for garishly made-up prostitutes too. This evening, Gabriel had the misfortune (or luxury?) of learning that about himself. At a stag party.
A dear friend who's getting married in Thailand at the end of the month decided to come in drag to his stag party held at the bar. I thought it would be harmless bringing Gabriel downstairs just to say hello (it's part of our once-a-day social interaction experience). Well, Gabriel could handle our friend's Chinese masseuse get-up, complete with a really bad Chrissie Hynde wig. It was an orange afro worn by another member of the posse that first startled Gabe to tears. Then it was the tri-coloured afro that continued to frighten the poor boy. It was 2 wigs too many. Time to go.
What was Gabriel doing there in the first place! If it was of any consolation, Gabriel was the highlight of the stag party. The boys all clamoured for a picture with him. They hadn't the money to hire the stripper. Gabe had his AC/DC t-shirt off. It was drenched with water dripping from his sippy cup. People were going to assume we had a wet-tee-shirt competition in our otherwise family-oriented bar.
Help.
So with that, we were late by an hour doing our going-to-bed process. Who the hell cares, Gabe was still a hit with the bucks.
P/S - is this what it's all about? This whole blogging business? Am I not allowed to rant what I really want to rant about? Oh Hannah, you know what I'm really wanting to talk about! ;)
A dear friend who's getting married in Thailand at the end of the month decided to come in drag to his stag party held at the bar. I thought it would be harmless bringing Gabriel downstairs just to say hello (it's part of our once-a-day social interaction experience). Well, Gabriel could handle our friend's Chinese masseuse get-up, complete with a really bad Chrissie Hynde wig. It was an orange afro worn by another member of the posse that first startled Gabe to tears. Then it was the tri-coloured afro that continued to frighten the poor boy. It was 2 wigs too many. Time to go.
What was Gabriel doing there in the first place! If it was of any consolation, Gabriel was the highlight of the stag party. The boys all clamoured for a picture with him. They hadn't the money to hire the stripper. Gabe had his AC/DC t-shirt off. It was drenched with water dripping from his sippy cup. People were going to assume we had a wet-tee-shirt competition in our otherwise family-oriented bar.
Help.
So with that, we were late by an hour doing our going-to-bed process. Who the hell cares, Gabe was still a hit with the bucks.
P/S - is this what it's all about? This whole blogging business? Am I not allowed to rant what I really want to rant about? Oh Hannah, you know what I'm really wanting to talk about! ;)