Ozzi Ozzi Ozzi
Well, we survived … just. A trip out to “Georges Hall” which we discovered is near the Sydney Velodrome (a place that takes up a lot of space and is rarely used by anyone these days), to have a BBQ with my boss, her husband and a couple of teachers from my school … and their husbands.
On the outside it sounds ok, yes. In reality it was a trip into the ‘other world’; the world of drunken suburbanite men and their dissatisfied wives. We were greeted by a terror five-year-old, Jack, who spent the rest of the evening bellowing over the top of everyone and being encouraged by his jack-ass father.
Dianne, my boss, was keen to make us feel at home and so ordered everyone else around while we sat and tried to make conversation. She’s really a cool person under the Lebanese x Suburban millstone she carries around her neck. Her husband? Well. John likes golf, beer, cricket, beer, lousy jokes, beer and undermining Dianne when he’s around her. Matt tells me he doesn’t do it when he’s with the men (Matt had the pleasure of playing pool with the blokes while the women sat out the back and yabbered about whatever we yabbered about, school mostly), but it doesn’t change the fact that, all in all, John is just a dickhead.
The other two teachers, Mary and Kellie, are married to fairly unattractive yobbos too. Now, the girls, they’re suburbanites, but Mary is a good-looking and easy-going girl and Kellie is just a country chick living in Liverpool. She’s young, outgoing and open about herself. So why are these girls with two big-ass dumb men who’ve got nothing to offer? Beats me. Apparently it’s about having to get married by a certain age, or getting married just because all your friends are. Top logic there. I wonder if they can see that they’re heading for the same marital prison Dianne has found herself in? God help them.
The icing on the cake was discovering that I actually have to go to work on FRIDAY and I thought we started on MONDAY. Bugger! I could’ve just ignored it except that my boss told me… she’d notice if I wasn’t there on Friday, to be sure. Fuck. Holidays cut short and one of the last evenings spent with people from work whom I’ve avoided socialising with for SIX years! Over six years I’ve come up with a million excuses for missing ‘get-togethers’ and this time I just couldn’t. Dianne kept changing the dates to suit me … really not sure why, but it sure makes it difficult to say ‘can’t make it’!
Anyway, spent Oztraylya Day at Lee and Ant’s eating finely presented Aussie tucker, drinking beer and catching up with a few faces I haven’t seen in a while. Was good! After food, people started drifting home, but being the stayers we are, Matt and I kept drinking until we’d finished our lot (18 beers between us … urrgghh) and then stumbled back home… SO nice to walk home from somewhere again!
The plumber arrived at 7 am, fixed the loo … all is good in my world!!
On the outside it sounds ok, yes. In reality it was a trip into the ‘other world’; the world of drunken suburbanite men and their dissatisfied wives. We were greeted by a terror five-year-old, Jack, who spent the rest of the evening bellowing over the top of everyone and being encouraged by his jack-ass father.
Dianne, my boss, was keen to make us feel at home and so ordered everyone else around while we sat and tried to make conversation. She’s really a cool person under the Lebanese x Suburban millstone she carries around her neck. Her husband? Well. John likes golf, beer, cricket, beer, lousy jokes, beer and undermining Dianne when he’s around her. Matt tells me he doesn’t do it when he’s with the men (Matt had the pleasure of playing pool with the blokes while the women sat out the back and yabbered about whatever we yabbered about, school mostly), but it doesn’t change the fact that, all in all, John is just a dickhead.
The other two teachers, Mary and Kellie, are married to fairly unattractive yobbos too. Now, the girls, they’re suburbanites, but Mary is a good-looking and easy-going girl and Kellie is just a country chick living in Liverpool. She’s young, outgoing and open about herself. So why are these girls with two big-ass dumb men who’ve got nothing to offer? Beats me. Apparently it’s about having to get married by a certain age, or getting married just because all your friends are. Top logic there. I wonder if they can see that they’re heading for the same marital prison Dianne has found herself in? God help them.
The icing on the cake was discovering that I actually have to go to work on FRIDAY and I thought we started on MONDAY. Bugger! I could’ve just ignored it except that my boss told me… she’d notice if I wasn’t there on Friday, to be sure. Fuck. Holidays cut short and one of the last evenings spent with people from work whom I’ve avoided socialising with for SIX years! Over six years I’ve come up with a million excuses for missing ‘get-togethers’ and this time I just couldn’t. Dianne kept changing the dates to suit me … really not sure why, but it sure makes it difficult to say ‘can’t make it’!
Anyway, spent Oztraylya Day at Lee and Ant’s eating finely presented Aussie tucker, drinking beer and catching up with a few faces I haven’t seen in a while. Was good! After food, people started drifting home, but being the stayers we are, Matt and I kept drinking until we’d finished our lot (18 beers between us … urrgghh) and then stumbled back home… SO nice to walk home from somewhere again!
The plumber arrived at 7 am, fixed the loo … all is good in my world!!