insanity
Formal dinner parties are a pain in the ass. God what I wouldn't give to do something so fucking embarrassing right now. Nope, I have to be all perfect. I hate high society (probably cause I can never be myself). Wonder if my dad would hear my bike leaving the driveway or if he's so self-absorbed right now that he wouldn't even be paying attention. Well I'm playing the 'regretfully, I have so much work to do on the internet right now that I can't be all that social'....I'm working hard I am.
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What I wouldn't give for a burrito right now. I'm sooo sick of noodles and rice. Grrr....I want to go to sleep. I've been up since 7 helping my dad prep for the party. Actually, more like I prepped, he approved (or disapproved as the case sometimes was). I had to finalize 8 menus before 9 this morning so that our cooks would have enough time to cook everything. I had to drive out and pick up the tables, chairs, and table clothes. I had to be here at 1 to sign for the stupid ice-scultures. Then I had to get dry-ice so the stupid sculptures wouldn't melt too fast...stupid choice of decoration. I got stuck in Bangkok traffic (which for those who don't know, can last anywhere from 10 mins to 8 hours...thats 8 hours your car is in park) at around 11 this morning so I was freaking out thinking I wasn't going to be back in time. I was, but still a fucking headache I didn't need. Party begins at 6- at 5:30 I notice that the filter to our fish pond isn't running...I look closer and see that all the fucking koi fish are dead........FUCK! Run out get fish come back take shower and look nice. Everything looked good, perfect....the nieghbors we invited, one of them says '*sigh* these americans and their cheapness'.........I FUCKING HATE HIGH SOCIETY!!!!
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So today has sucked ass. And I'm deciding that this is my dads party, not mine and that I should be able to leave. Maybe Bond will save me........*yawn*
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What I wouldn't give for a burrito right now. I'm sooo sick of noodles and rice. Grrr....I want to go to sleep. I've been up since 7 helping my dad prep for the party. Actually, more like I prepped, he approved (or disapproved as the case sometimes was). I had to finalize 8 menus before 9 this morning so that our cooks would have enough time to cook everything. I had to drive out and pick up the tables, chairs, and table clothes. I had to be here at 1 to sign for the stupid ice-scultures. Then I had to get dry-ice so the stupid sculptures wouldn't melt too fast...stupid choice of decoration. I got stuck in Bangkok traffic (which for those who don't know, can last anywhere from 10 mins to 8 hours...thats 8 hours your car is in park) at around 11 this morning so I was freaking out thinking I wasn't going to be back in time. I was, but still a fucking headache I didn't need. Party begins at 6- at 5:30 I notice that the filter to our fish pond isn't running...I look closer and see that all the fucking koi fish are dead........FUCK! Run out get fish come back take shower and look nice. Everything looked good, perfect....the nieghbors we invited, one of them says '*sigh* these americans and their cheapness'.........I FUCKING HATE HIGH SOCIETY!!!!
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So today has sucked ass. And I'm deciding that this is my dads party, not mine and that I should be able to leave. Maybe Bond will save me........*yawn*