It was kind of amusing.
I watch the game of the Superb Owls but once a year - if that. Skipped the last few, tbh. Finally decided to take a day off and go to the watch-party with the guys at church, and, yeah, that game was... "interesting".
( a few thoughts on the Superb Owl )
I made a cake to take along, because we were instructed to bring a dish to share, but...these are guys. You know the joke about the reason nothing happens on International Men's Day is because the men have to actually organise it? This is both a little bit like that, but also very much not like that.
The 'dishes to share' were two chip packets brought by the two other guys, hotdogs organised and cooked by the guy who organised the thing (American national married to an Aussie), and me with a slightly experimental upside-down cake.
It's fine. I enjoy baking, and I also enjoy inflicting it on other people. If I didn't enjoy it, I wouldn't do it; simple as that.
Also at the end, organiser guy collected the dishes and everything and did the washing up. No leaving it for someone else to do.
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A small note, in the middle of the game, I was thinking "golly they've got some loud drums at the game".
Uh, no. That was the storm cell dumping about 30mm of water on us in the space of an hour. OOF.
The gutters at church were not coping, neither was the smoke detector in the women's bathrooms... I opened the door and was met with a wet floor and a steady drip. A bucket/bin under it stemmed the tide while I informed one of the guys watching the Superb Owl with me - he's pretty much the church treasurer (we also had two of the three church wardens at the viewing party, and the third turned up for about half an hour just to chat).
Hope they got that cleaned up for the thing that was on this evening.
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( cut for kind-of-peripheral politics and the world we're now living in, may be depressing )
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I still have to write up the brief on the Independent candidate. Better do it tonight or I'll lose all incentive.
I watch the game of the Superb Owls but once a year - if that. Skipped the last few, tbh. Finally decided to take a day off and go to the watch-party with the guys at church, and, yeah, that game was... "interesting".
( a few thoughts on the Superb Owl )
I made a cake to take along, because we were instructed to bring a dish to share, but...these are guys. You know the joke about the reason nothing happens on International Men's Day is because the men have to actually organise it? This is both a little bit like that, but also very much not like that.
The 'dishes to share' were two chip packets brought by the two other guys, hotdogs organised and cooked by the guy who organised the thing (American national married to an Aussie), and me with a slightly experimental upside-down cake.
It's fine. I enjoy baking, and I also enjoy inflicting it on other people. If I didn't enjoy it, I wouldn't do it; simple as that.
Also at the end, organiser guy collected the dishes and everything and did the washing up. No leaving it for someone else to do.
--
A small note, in the middle of the game, I was thinking "golly they've got some loud drums at the game".
Uh, no. That was the storm cell dumping about 30mm of water on us in the space of an hour. OOF.
The gutters at church were not coping, neither was the smoke detector in the women's bathrooms... I opened the door and was met with a wet floor and a steady drip. A bucket/bin under it stemmed the tide while I informed one of the guys watching the Superb Owl with me - he's pretty much the church treasurer (we also had two of the three church wardens at the viewing party, and the third turned up for about half an hour just to chat).
Hope they got that cleaned up for the thing that was on this evening.
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( cut for kind-of-peripheral politics and the world we're now living in, may be depressing )
--
I still have to write up the brief on the Independent candidate. Better do it tonight or I'll lose all incentive.
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