Friday, May 9, 2008

Wish Me Luck

Why?

Because tonight, were you to creep into my back garden and peer through the windows of my house, you'd witness a first, one that's making me tremble like a chocolate biscuit pudding on the back seat of a Sri Lankan bus.

A, the 14 year old, has got her birthday party. It means that she's off into the wilds of Kingston with a gang of her friends. Then, some of those friends will get taken back to her and her Mother's place and they'll stay the night and do whatever it is you girls do on sleepovers. It means that I miss out on my fortnightly overnight visit from A but that's ok, it's her birthday party and I'm relaxed and cool about it.

What it does mean is that K, the 11 year old who needs little introduction these days, is coming round to mine for the overnight stop. But it's not just her. It only life were that simple. No, there's a friend of some kind coming too.

You can imagine my trepidation. Two of them. In my house. The days of a big house in which they could have been left to wander are long gone. I can't leave them in a room with a TV and a DVD player, some food and drink and check in on them every five hours or so like any good parent would normally do. No, my small house won't permit that. I'll have to entertain them and mix with them.

I'll have to try to maintain my "cool Dad" status. Letting the friend have a go on my drumkit may help me in that avenue. There's always the option of playing something on the drums myself to keep my street cred up too. It doesn't have to be anything complicated, just playing something by a band they like should do the trick.

K has already expressed some concern that I'll embarrass her. She said this on Wednesday when I was doing the underpants dance to her and A. You know, that one that involves wearing just pants (pink striped ones available from Odel) and flip flops. Why she thinks my behaviour might be a cause of embarrassment is beyond me.

I figure that a cupboard load of chocolate and chocolate related biscuit things, lots of Diet Coke and pizzas will be useful. Snack things for the night and lots of whisky for me may come in handy. Suppose I better wash the towels and maybe a bit of silent farting around the house practice would be useful.

So wish me luck. I'll let you know how it goes next week. For now I'm concentrating on survival.

15 comments:

chaarmax said...

Good luck mate.. Pleasing 11yr olds is a tough one I'm told.. :)

bogzy said...

sounds like ul need some weed as wel :P

indyana said...

Good Luck for the stay over!I have a birthday party for my lil girl next week too, consisting of ten frightening,high strung ,screaming girls!I am NOT looking forward to this joy at ALL!!

Gutterflower said...

LOL.. Definitely no farting. Or the underpants dance or any other type of dancing.
That also means no political jokes.
(I speak out of painful personal experience with my dad.)

Lots of snacks, chocolates, ice cream and a few good movies and you should be alright. :)

Gutterflower said...

Ohh.. And thanks for the linkage. Saw it just now. :)

dsome said...

All the very best RD!

My Dad used to annoy us by doing a Kandyan Dance in his sarong. But your pants and flip flops win by a mile!

(laughs)

Bit of drumming will definitely help.

Easy on the sugar fix. They tend to reach that hysterical high and then end up a wee bit out of control.

None-the-less, have loads of fun and best of luck!

d

Rhythmic Diaspora said...

Thanks for the wishes all!

Darwin said...

Def no underpants dance. I'd avoid the skinny jeans too, if I were you :)

Bribing them with chocolate should work I reckon. You can't go wrong with chocolate!

Scrumpulicious said...

You are too funny! Seriously, your writing makes me smile!

Get a board game involved (are they even cool nowadays?) Scrabble is a firm favourite in my house and as siblings we are 2 20 somethings and one nearly 20 something! Lots of fun! :)

Rhythmic Diaspora said...

Darwin - Advice heeded, but my jury's out on the underpants dance. A different colour perhaps?

Scrumpulicious - Thank you. thank you, thank you. Board games shall be investigated at lunchtime.

Lady divine said...

All the best!! I remember how tense I used to be when my friends were coming over. I would actually tell my parents what to do and not to do..:D heheee...

oh man..those were the days!!! :D

T said...

id say no underpants dance, but after my recent experience with pants, i declare myself unsuitable to pass judgment.
i think ur best bet would be to give them the food and leave em alone. thats what my dad always did, worked like a charm.

Java Jones said...

Get the girl-friend over. That should sort it out!

Anonymous said...

How did it go? Still recovering?
Enjoy the rest of your weekend.
d

Dinidu de Alwis said...

Howd it go? Howd it go?? Howd it go???

Was in a bit of mess, and was trying to clean it up. That's why no call / email. Mebbe when you get to SL next time.