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Monday, May 15, 2006

I got this chunk from Shan Wee's moblog. (without prior consent or something like that, and i might get sued for copyright infringement) Haha, heck who gives a damn!

Okay, anyway thanks Shan for these kinda crap, perfect for my crappy blog.
Here goes:

Spending this evening in the company of people all of my Dad's generation reminds me of the distinct differences of parties according to how old you are

teens - 21 = taking every opportunity to get alcohol! A 'party' could mean buying a can of beer and sitting outside the 7-11 where you bought it, or having people over when your parents are abroad on holiday, and the number of guests escalateing to beyond the invite list and more towards the 'breaking of vases' list. Conversation will often culminate in the guys telling stories of how one night he drank 17 beers and 19 tequila's and still had time to make out with 4 girls.

20's = this is the exciting decade where you have more money to spend and are in your prime, but is also the decade where you depressingly move from 'drinking' to 'going for drinks'. Suddenly getting buzzed in the park on cans seems so juvenile, and it is perfectly normal to pay $46 for two Martini's in a bar where the singer may or may not be a woman.

30's = no time for parties, the kids are too rowdy and the baby needs to be down by 7 or she will never stop crying. The very occasional party night could be for a Hen night, when 12 women walk into a club wearing feather boa's and tiara's and coerce random guys into kissing some glazed eyed drunken bride to be.

40's = parties are completely limited to the Xmas party at the country club or a delicate dinner where the maids slave all day and get threatened with deportation by the stressed out host, and then discussion over red wine centres around buying a second house in Perth.

50's+ = dinner party conversation will almost immediately move to illness and ailments; whose back has been playing up, who recently had a hip operation, whose auntie has throat cancer; the correct medication to take, the major results of menopause - it is not fun apparently. The night will end in singing of Frank Sinatra songs whether there is a karaoke screen or not.

Anyway, I might be going to Bugis later with Karl and gang. Haha, I have a click. What does a click means? Check the dictionary, cause I've no bloody idea too.

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