Sink or Swim
Oct. 2nd, 2010 09:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
commonpeople1Every quarter the local primary school holds a quiz night for the parents. Since most of the people in my bookclub have kids in the school, they attend it regularly as a quiz team; last night they invited me to join them (I originally had plans to go karaoking with ex-colleagues from the recruitment agency but I chickened out.)
The school is a beautiful Victorian building with large ceilings and tiny little seats that don't fit your bum. Some of the parents were dressed up in glamorous outfits, which made me wonder if this is "the" night out for them. All tables were covered with snacks, plastic cups and booze. All questions were relevant to people born two decades before me. Have I mentioned before I'm the baby of the bookclub? It amuses me: I've always been the oldest in most of my groups of friends, but in this one the average age is somewhere close to 50.
We came in fourth.
As I sit on this lumpy couch, typing here and surfing the net, a sickly![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wink_martindale draws me. I've had a long week of work towards the arts festival which starts on Monday - I think I did some pretty damn good marketing for it and things are looking up. The Tube strike on Monday, however, is going to royally fuck our launch party. Must remember to not take things so personally. Must imagine myself in a calm, sunny, tropical place where my pale skin goes dark and the ocean is at my feet. Where I slide my naked body into cool water and have absolutely nothing in my mind. That's where I must go for this month of October.
The school is a beautiful Victorian building with large ceilings and tiny little seats that don't fit your bum. Some of the parents were dressed up in glamorous outfits, which made me wonder if this is "the" night out for them. All tables were covered with snacks, plastic cups and booze. All questions were relevant to people born two decades before me. Have I mentioned before I'm the baby of the bookclub? It amuses me: I've always been the oldest in most of my groups of friends, but in this one the average age is somewhere close to 50.
We came in fourth.
As I sit on this lumpy couch, typing here and surfing the net, a sickly
wink_martindale draws me. I've had a long week of work towards the arts festival which starts on Monday - I think I did some pretty damn good marketing for it and things are looking up. The Tube strike on Monday, however, is going to royally fuck our launch party. Must remember to not take things so personally. Must imagine myself in a calm, sunny, tropical place where my pale skin goes dark and the ocean is at my feet. Where I slide my naked body into cool water and have absolutely nothing in my mind. That's where I must go for this month of October.
