The eurovision and drunken debauchery
The drunken debauchery refers to the kid and not ourselves, before you jump to any conclusions. We were at a eurovision pre-bash party, don’t ask and don’t roll your eyes, and arrived in to find the kid puking in the toilet. She had gotten sick in her room and didn’t make it to the bathroom on time. The lovely man, S had stood her up. Have I mentioned he’s a prick? Perhaps once or twice, well, its no harm mentioning it again. The eurovision party was fun, even with the fanatic who joined us. I mean, I would consider myself a fan but next to him I appear like I have a casual interest. We are talking past winners, past contestants. Chatting to one of them on MSN. Serious stuff.
The kid was supposed to be hanging on the Saturday, and lo and behold, out for dinner with the mates on Saturday evening and who strolls past the window sipping from a can of Heineken only the kid and her mate K. Considering she had arrived into the bedroom that morning suitably contrite and apologising for the state of her on the previous night, I was gobsmacked. Nearly killing the other diners in my haste to get out of the restaurent and confront her, she had the nerve to deny all knowledge of the can she was hiding her bag. Sorry minding for her friend. She had a funny way of minding it. We are yet to have a conversation about it. On one hand, I’m leaving her to stew and on the other I’m not sure what I am going to say to her.
Up to my neck in PC fixing for most of Sunday. The sister in law’s PC was very ill so I had to install some spyware removal tools. It had trojans and more adware then you can shake a stick at. If you were that way inclined. After 4 hours of trying to run the anti-virus software whilst it wanted to take a physical dump to memory or as we love to call it the blue screen of death, I was convinced I had cleaned it. It was booting up okay, no more dubious popups and any checks for adware or spyware came back with nothing found. I was well impressed with myself and found some interesting ulitities for use with your PC.
Worked for the rest of Sunday, after cooking dinner for the 2 teenagers. They were going to a wrestling and so I felt a roast dinner was in order. Mammy2 headed out to visit her dad and then rang to say she was getting something to eat with the family. I turned into that disgruntled wife sitting at home with her dinner in the microwave. I blame PMT. And the fact that I had burned my hand cooking a din ner that no-one reallywanted. I was well peeved. She had the dinner yesterday and said it was lovely. I suppose that makes me feel slightly better 
Caught up with the mate R yesterday, I was supposed to go training but she twisted my rubber arm. Fun night, we hadn’t seen each other in a while. Apart from her slagging my haircut, it was a fun night. Apparently I look like a lesbian. I’m pretty sure in her delivery it was meant as an insult. Again though I blame PMT. That coupled with the fact that I am a Leo and if there’s one thing we are sensitive about is our mane. I’ve a good mind to get rid of it altogether. Although that would probably have people commenting on the shape of my head then. I have a feeling its shaped like a hexagon so perhaps I’ll stay with the ‘lesbian do’.
The sister is home in less then 2 weeks. I can’t wait. I’ve booked time off for Mam’s mass and time off to spend with the sister on the Friday. We still haven’t booked any summer holidays, at this rate it will be Bettystown instead of Rome if we don’t get our asses in gear.
