The five month rush
7 Jan
Hello 2010.
I’ve come to the party a bit late but I have, at last, arrived.
New Years was pretty epic to say the least. I worked my way through the cocktail menu quite methodically, including having a fishbowl pretty much to myself. Remember how I said I would try and put up photo’s? Well…there weren’t too many. After the third or so drink, I was pre-occupied with getting another one and the old man forgot his camera at home. That’s not to say there weren’t any though.
Believe it or not, she was actually the sober one. Really.
The old man was determined to get a pouting photo. It's like a pudgy, decrepit, pouting Indiana Jones.
Guess who? Yup. Drunk.
Yay, a couple. Actually, those are just the few I’ve taken off the camera so far where you can actually see something. There are one or two of the Boyf too but I’m not allowed to post those. Such a spoilsport.
After the mad rush that was Christmas, I was looking forward to a bit of a calmed down, quiet time. Until I remembered that I’m still in the five months from hell period.
You see, our family can’t have birthdays spread out. Nope. They’re all clustered together in a pain in the ass way starting in November.
November – Boyfs mom’s birthday
December – Christmas and New Years Eve
January – Moms birthday
February – Boyf and brothers birthday
March – Dad and brother’s girlfriends birthday
Luckily, we get a break in April before the blessed event of my birthday in May.
In other words, I came out of Christmas with about as much money as MC Hammer these days with Mummy darlings birthday on the horizon. In fact, it was just yesterday where I went, “Oh fuck. Her birthday is on Tuesday already.” And not just any birthday, it’s her goddamned 60th. And yep, you guessed it, the fuckwit that is my pouting father had fuckall planned. Nada. Zip. Zero.
So in a flurry (and with some ingenius thinking on my part), a plan was whipped up that Mumsy would enjoy. I wouldn’t, but that’s not the point now is it? And just like that, the first supposed quiet weekend of the year has now turned into a drive out to Franschhoek to see a museum, have a picnic and then driving to Paarl to see some…Butterfly World or something. Nothing too fantastic (come on, we’re poor here, it’s January), but stuff she’ll enjoy and appreciate at least.
Now all I have to do is pack the picnic.
Oh dear.
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