Holiday Journal - Day 8 - 30/08/08
It was my mum's birthday today, which meant a day-long session of socialising, talking to strangers and pretending to be interested in things. It was knackering.
The trouble with greeting people at a party like that is not only do I have no idea who anyone is, but I don't know who knows who. There were probably several subtle webs of associations that I wasn't aware of, so I just acted polite and tried to stay out of everyone's way.
As our garden room was part of the party set-up, there was no refuge. I could have avoided some of the awkwardness by drinking alcohol, but I've decided not to drink any more. If I'd have gotten wasted, it might have made for a more interesting time.
I had to make an embarrassing speech in front of everyone. I should have done some of my paedophile jokes.
All in all, it was a tiring end to a tiring week, and one of the least relaxing holidays ever. I know I shouldn't whine about it. After all, it was nice to have some time off, and to stay in a nice place.
But still a blog is a haven for whine-age.
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