I hate it here
Apr. 26th, 2009 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holytoastrGot dragged to that party upstate. It was just as bad as expected.
It was full of screaming children. At least 30 of them. They spent the early parts of the party running around hitting each other (and everyone nearby) with balloons. After about an hour, the room took on the distinct stench of soiled diapers. Try eating dinner that that wafting into your mouth at every bite.
The dj was absolutely terrible. Everything I hate about djs. He played the music too loud so I couldn't hear what anyone said. He set up stupid lights and disco balls. He talked and talked incessantly, but about what I don't know because his mouth was too close to the mike and his voice was all distorted. He was practically licking the thing. He didn't even do a good job at getting people up to dance, which is the main reason people give me for hiring a dj in the first place.
But really, those two things were not the worst of it. The worst was that EVERYONE kept asking me when I was going to start having kids. Why don't they just ask me when I'm going to give up on my silly dreams and ambitions?
At the start of the evening I was civil about the question, but by the end of the party I was getting pretty mean. I wish I could think up a witty answer to that question. I started targeting the ways each individual's life was negatively influenced by having kids. (Giving up school, putting on weight, having to work extra jobs, never getting to travel, etc.) It's too bad my parents threw away my brother's old punching bag. I could really use it right now to vent some frustration.
I am homesick already. I miss ben.
It was full of screaming children. At least 30 of them. They spent the early parts of the party running around hitting each other (and everyone nearby) with balloons. After about an hour, the room took on the distinct stench of soiled diapers. Try eating dinner that that wafting into your mouth at every bite.
The dj was absolutely terrible. Everything I hate about djs. He played the music too loud so I couldn't hear what anyone said. He set up stupid lights and disco balls. He talked and talked incessantly, but about what I don't know because his mouth was too close to the mike and his voice was all distorted. He was practically licking the thing. He didn't even do a good job at getting people up to dance, which is the main reason people give me for hiring a dj in the first place.
But really, those two things were not the worst of it. The worst was that EVERYONE kept asking me when I was going to start having kids. Why don't they just ask me when I'm going to give up on my silly dreams and ambitions?
At the start of the evening I was civil about the question, but by the end of the party I was getting pretty mean. I wish I could think up a witty answer to that question. I started targeting the ways each individual's life was negatively influenced by having kids. (Giving up school, putting on weight, having to work extra jobs, never getting to travel, etc.) It's too bad my parents threw away my brother's old punching bag. I could really use it right now to vent some frustration.
I am homesick already. I miss ben.
