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Sep. 25th, 2006 09:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsSaturday we were asked to an engagement party. Now long time readers will know that I've always classed my SiLs engagement party as the worst one ever. Well, now it's number two. I got ready, heeled shoes, make up, the whole package, and off we went. The party was held in a catholic club, so, we parked, headed over, and discovered it was downstairs. In a room with no windows, no dance floor, just a small room ringed with tables and a small bar at the other end. There were maybe 20 people in there, but that's fine. We saw our friend who looked amazing and so happy, which was good. Then settled down.
James went to get me a drink. I got a coke, and man. Worst. Coke. Ever! It was supposed to be pepsi, the pump/display thing said pepsi. Yeah right. I know coke/pepsi, I drink a lot of the stuff. That flat, disgusting, hideous, nauseating, pitiful glass of pond water was not any kind of real coke product. At best it was a cheap knockoff and even then it was flat. I couldn't even drink it.
Then the disco was having problems. Well, I say disco, think two middle ages men behind a display made up of a box containing flashy fairylights covered in a frosted plastic sheet, plus a rail of blue lights, like those old fashioned things cops would shove on top of their cars. Oh, I can't forget the two posters on either side. You know those pics a lot of teens have? Man stripped to the waist, an artful smear of dirt on his face. A woman in her undies, black and white except for the blue tint over her boobs. He had those, one either side of the deck. The deck that wasn't working as the music would crackle, go off, then suddenly have so much bass the walls would shake. At this point James and I were amusing ourselves by playing, guess what horrific song he's going to play next. Then he must have spotted us and came over to explain that something had gone wrong and he was trying to fix it. Which made me feel so embarrassed for laughing at him, and also annoyed because it meant I had to stop.
Okay, so the night goes on. The buffet was nice, an old man obviously had too much to drink and became a whirling demon on the supposed floor. Then James went to the toilet. He comes back and said he'd managed to trap his hand in the door, and had felt something snap, which, great.
We make our excuses and leave. At this point it's around 11 and the pubs are starting to come out. Casualty was jam packed, with such delights as the young guy covered in blood and his teeth in a plastic bag. Finally James got seen, was told they suspected he'd broken his hand but as the x ray department was shut he'd have to come back tomorrow.
We go home, get him settled with pain killers and Corey and I get ready for bed. First I let Tex out for 5 minutes in the garden. Looked outside and realised that someone has been in and left the gate open. Lets just say finding a black dog in a dark field takes a lot of time.
Next day Mam took Corey to rugby, so we dropped him off at my sisters and went back to the hospital. We went to triage, to the walk in centre, to x ray, to the fracture clinic, where we had to wait 2 hours for an appointment, to the plaster room, and finally could come home. Result is he's snapped a bone in his hand and will be in plaster for 4 weeks. Thankfully the hand he'd hurt is the bad one and he doesn't use it much anyway, plus the car is adapted to be used one handed, so he can drive at least.
James is off work today and may go back tomorrow. With his other disabilities they're a little worried about stability for walking etc. Right now he's watching tv, and I have a mental checklist of the times he's said he's only got the use of one hand and how sick of this he is. Which I know, and I know he's in pain, but omg, this is going to get old.
James went to get me a drink. I got a coke, and man. Worst. Coke. Ever! It was supposed to be pepsi, the pump/display thing said pepsi. Yeah right. I know coke/pepsi, I drink a lot of the stuff. That flat, disgusting, hideous, nauseating, pitiful glass of pond water was not any kind of real coke product. At best it was a cheap knockoff and even then it was flat. I couldn't even drink it.
Then the disco was having problems. Well, I say disco, think two middle ages men behind a display made up of a box containing flashy fairylights covered in a frosted plastic sheet, plus a rail of blue lights, like those old fashioned things cops would shove on top of their cars. Oh, I can't forget the two posters on either side. You know those pics a lot of teens have? Man stripped to the waist, an artful smear of dirt on his face. A woman in her undies, black and white except for the blue tint over her boobs. He had those, one either side of the deck. The deck that wasn't working as the music would crackle, go off, then suddenly have so much bass the walls would shake. At this point James and I were amusing ourselves by playing, guess what horrific song he's going to play next. Then he must have spotted us and came over to explain that something had gone wrong and he was trying to fix it. Which made me feel so embarrassed for laughing at him, and also annoyed because it meant I had to stop.
Okay, so the night goes on. The buffet was nice, an old man obviously had too much to drink and became a whirling demon on the supposed floor. Then James went to the toilet. He comes back and said he'd managed to trap his hand in the door, and had felt something snap, which, great.
We make our excuses and leave. At this point it's around 11 and the pubs are starting to come out. Casualty was jam packed, with such delights as the young guy covered in blood and his teeth in a plastic bag. Finally James got seen, was told they suspected he'd broken his hand but as the x ray department was shut he'd have to come back tomorrow.
We go home, get him settled with pain killers and Corey and I get ready for bed. First I let Tex out for 5 minutes in the garden. Looked outside and realised that someone has been in and left the gate open. Lets just say finding a black dog in a dark field takes a lot of time.
Next day Mam took Corey to rugby, so we dropped him off at my sisters and went back to the hospital. We went to triage, to the walk in centre, to x ray, to the fracture clinic, where we had to wait 2 hours for an appointment, to the plaster room, and finally could come home. Result is he's snapped a bone in his hand and will be in plaster for 4 weeks. Thankfully the hand he'd hurt is the bad one and he doesn't use it much anyway, plus the car is adapted to be used one handed, so he can drive at least.
James is off work today and may go back tomorrow. With his other disabilities they're a little worried about stability for walking etc. Right now he's watching tv, and I have a mental checklist of the times he's said he's only got the use of one hand and how sick of this he is. Which I know, and I know he's in pain, but omg, this is going to get old.
