Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Giggle giggle..
Cheeky Monkeys.
Just got off the phone with Rachael. This is probably her 10th time, since 2 days ago, reminding me that we are to watch Meet the Fockers this Friday night. We’re dating Rick and Zach.
Rachael of course can’t date Rick because they are blood related and I wouldn’t dare walk with Zach because he apparently thinks it’s mega cool to be adopted by a doctor, who drives a cool car, who lets him chew ice cubes and choose what he’s having from the menu himself. Oh Oh ....
The first time I took them all out was probably last month to the Cricketers. It‘s a wacky warehouse converted into a glorified pub half way between Rachael’s and mine. We had a super duper dinner which portions could have fed all of our twins if we each had brought one with us.
I felt a slight digging at the top of my hipster half way the meal but refrained from undoing the top button which was quite successful, until the dessert came. Holy chemorley. I can’t friggin remember what it was called. Something ice cream something double but not double ice cream with a chocolate word thrown in, but I should have just jumped straight to the dessert. Forget dinner.
I must say I admire Rachael for bringing up such a gentleman all by her self. Her boyfriend left her when she was pregnant in Saudi while doing her first overseas type job, away from her family in the Philipines.
I never heard her speaking of him in a grudging Kill Bill way. I suppose she left him. It’s either, he was a twat and she’s hurt so bad she can’t possibly talk about it or he was a gem but she was temporarily insane. I didn’t pry into that subject so much.
Rick is a gentleman because he will open the door for his mum, asked his mum if she’s cold when we were walking across from the parking to Parkway Cinema, he would wait for his mum to start the dinner, and everybody to have their food on the table first, for that matter before eating his dinner in a manner most immaculate for a 12 year old. I thought about Oli, who is from another planet altogether. Well impressed with Rick then.
Rick is a shy boy I thought initially. But when he did speak he was just simply well mannered. Shame though he has grown a Yorkshire accent which I think is always inferior to the Southern accent. Southampton is noiiiicceeee, roiiighhtttte?
Do the boys do secret language? Oh yes they do. They were at it the whole night, and stifling giggles in between. Zach borrowed my phone while waiting for the dessert, which again he thought was ultra cool and started taking pictures which was carefully timed so I looked like something between Bjork gagging and Vanessa Mae seeing a flasher.
On the way to the Cricketers, we got prematurely lost and it wasn’t my fault because I was driving. They both started pretending to be very very sleepy when we asked them if they had any idea where we were. Later they asked us if Cricketers do breakfast for the obvious reason. Cheeky monkeys.
Now let’s kill those mu receptors, drown in the sea of opiates and go giddy with those 1/x graphs. Me going to slay some goblins of pharmacodynamics, so I can decide who is to be let die better. Adios amigos.
Just got off the phone with Rachael. This is probably her 10th time, since 2 days ago, reminding me that we are to watch Meet the Fockers this Friday night. We’re dating Rick and Zach.
Rachael of course can’t date Rick because they are blood related and I wouldn’t dare walk with Zach because he apparently thinks it’s mega cool to be adopted by a doctor, who drives a cool car, who lets him chew ice cubes and choose what he’s having from the menu himself. Oh Oh ....
The first time I took them all out was probably last month to the Cricketers. It‘s a wacky warehouse converted into a glorified pub half way between Rachael’s and mine. We had a super duper dinner which portions could have fed all of our twins if we each had brought one with us.
I felt a slight digging at the top of my hipster half way the meal but refrained from undoing the top button which was quite successful, until the dessert came. Holy chemorley. I can’t friggin remember what it was called. Something ice cream something double but not double ice cream with a chocolate word thrown in, but I should have just jumped straight to the dessert. Forget dinner.
I must say I admire Rachael for bringing up such a gentleman all by her self. Her boyfriend left her when she was pregnant in Saudi while doing her first overseas type job, away from her family in the Philipines.
I never heard her speaking of him in a grudging Kill Bill way. I suppose she left him. It’s either, he was a twat and she’s hurt so bad she can’t possibly talk about it or he was a gem but she was temporarily insane. I didn’t pry into that subject so much.
Rick is a gentleman because he will open the door for his mum, asked his mum if she’s cold when we were walking across from the parking to Parkway Cinema, he would wait for his mum to start the dinner, and everybody to have their food on the table first, for that matter before eating his dinner in a manner most immaculate for a 12 year old. I thought about Oli, who is from another planet altogether. Well impressed with Rick then.
Rick is a shy boy I thought initially. But when he did speak he was just simply well mannered. Shame though he has grown a Yorkshire accent which I think is always inferior to the Southern accent. Southampton is noiiiicceeee, roiiighhtttte?
Do the boys do secret language? Oh yes they do. They were at it the whole night, and stifling giggles in between. Zach borrowed my phone while waiting for the dessert, which again he thought was ultra cool and started taking pictures which was carefully timed so I looked like something between Bjork gagging and Vanessa Mae seeing a flasher.
On the way to the Cricketers, we got prematurely lost and it wasn’t my fault because I was driving. They both started pretending to be very very sleepy when we asked them if they had any idea where we were. Later they asked us if Cricketers do breakfast for the obvious reason. Cheeky monkeys.
Now let’s kill those mu receptors, drown in the sea of opiates and go giddy with those 1/x graphs. Me going to slay some goblins of pharmacodynamics, so I can decide who is to be let die better. Adios amigos.
