the meeting on Sunday
let's not talk about how we got a little lost on our way there. it is a no discussion really and absofuckinglutely no fault of hers. blame the navigators. o man but had it been a battle situation, we'd sure be in a lot of shit. but i didnt mind really, maybe it was blanketed by the nerve and excitement i was feeling.
the Olsen's Cottage was really cosy. it was exactly how i had imagined it to be due to my prior experience being in one. lots of chickens. a sheep. lime trees. lemon trees. orange trees. mandarin orange trees. the compulsory little workshed. and a bunch of hospitable people.
meeting everyone ( not for the first time) was an experience. there was Mom and Pop. Elaine, Sheila, K(C?)arl, Ken(t?), and Dennis and of course Scott, Ashley and two other kids that i dont remember their names.
i was quiet. relatively. the whole time. which is actually usual. but little did i know that Mom was quering.
i was just squaring and sizing them all up. its better that way cause, if it doesnt go well (not too badly, i hope) the first time, things can always improve. i wasnt my normal chatty self. just listening. these people after all are my seniors and perhaps not wanting to look too smart alecky, which can be bad... and spell doom...
so under the influence of red wine and beer and lamb and salads... we got on the day... indeed there were few awkward movements... they did ask me a few questions... but as soon as i answered them, they'd start talking about themselves... and i wonder why they wonder i am quiet... there is a threading fine line between being bold and rude... so just being careful not to step on anyone's toes... from where i come from i dont begin when someone else hasnt ended... but that is just me, i guess... to each their own...
the ended well. we got off when it was getting dark...
as we walked away, from a distant, Ken(t) shouted: 'dont do anything i wouldnt do, but if you do it... do it well.'
later that night we were supposed to go for a movie but dear Jacky Teo decided otherwise... time for a gathering of the ISC committee for an informal gathering...
i am an outsider, always have been...
but i absolutely love her dearly...
the Olsen's Cottage was really cosy. it was exactly how i had imagined it to be due to my prior experience being in one. lots of chickens. a sheep. lime trees. lemon trees. orange trees. mandarin orange trees. the compulsory little workshed. and a bunch of hospitable people.
meeting everyone ( not for the first time) was an experience. there was Mom and Pop. Elaine, Sheila, K(C?)arl, Ken(t?), and Dennis and of course Scott, Ashley and two other kids that i dont remember their names.
i was quiet. relatively. the whole time. which is actually usual. but little did i know that Mom was quering.
i was just squaring and sizing them all up. its better that way cause, if it doesnt go well (not too badly, i hope) the first time, things can always improve. i wasnt my normal chatty self. just listening. these people after all are my seniors and perhaps not wanting to look too smart alecky, which can be bad... and spell doom...
so under the influence of red wine and beer and lamb and salads... we got on the day... indeed there were few awkward movements... they did ask me a few questions... but as soon as i answered them, they'd start talking about themselves... and i wonder why they wonder i am quiet... there is a threading fine line between being bold and rude... so just being careful not to step on anyone's toes... from where i come from i dont begin when someone else hasnt ended... but that is just me, i guess... to each their own...
the ended well. we got off when it was getting dark...
as we walked away, from a distant, Ken(t) shouted: 'dont do anything i wouldnt do, but if you do it... do it well.'
later that night we were supposed to go for a movie but dear Jacky Teo decided otherwise... time for a gathering of the ISC committee for an informal gathering...
i am an outsider, always have been...
but i absolutely love her dearly...
Finger Acrobatics Performed
On Wednesday, March 30, 2005 at 1:27 pm.
Skip It and Leave Some!
