South Australia Social Scene

Here tonight, we have, ah, apple and orange. We all different, but in the end, we all fruit.

As far as weekends go mine was.... well.... pretty much the same as most other weekends. Friday night I had Spanish yet again. I do believe that if I wasn't paying Patty she would tell me that I am a lost cause.... in more ways than one. It just so happens that over the past few months I have had a spell of misplacing/losing personal belongings including my phone, cardigan, voucher and on more than one occassion my spanish folder. The last and final time that I did this was at the Persian Garden during the festival where I left it amongst the persian cushions and rugs in a little Persian booth. The next day Norm kindly went to find it for me where in fact he did locate ONE page containing the spanish verb conjugations of "hablar"........ folded into a paper plane.... well... I hope they had a good time with the other 100 or so pieces of paper and irreplaceable notes that I had worked so hard to establish.

On Saturday I spent 6 valuable hours of my life clipping "R" clips on a fence that Dad is putting up. I would like to be able to say that I am better person for it but I would be lying. In fact a part of my soul may well have been lost with the pure tediousness of the task but for my time I convinced the Gazman to continue with the construction of Lake Yankaponga. All is going well. Dad did strain a muscle around his chest which we concluded was a heart muscle due to him suffering from weaklingopathy. Saturday night we attended the 'Celebrity Chef Dinner' at Normanville where we sat amongst a very diverse mix of the South Australian community........

Maria came alone and was sitting to my left. I decided to strike up conversation and see what brought her to Normanville. Suprisingly it was Manu Fidel... celebrity (French) chef....!!! As it turns out Maria works at Adelaide Arcade for the Big Issue which assists less fortunate people by employing them to sell their magazine. She had saved up and bought the (expensive) tickets, caught the bus down and paid for two nights accommodation. She was extremely excited about meeting Manu and getting his autograph for her 12 year old son. After a few glasses of wine she explained that she not only wanted to taste Manu's food but also to 'pick his brain about the meaning of life'.... now I have never seen his show but I feel that I must. I have visions of him saying things like....'and with each rasher of bacon that you fry delicately and to perfection you will realise that life is not like a box of chocolates but a big fry up with extra beans.' By all accounts she had a ball. So much so that at 230am Tina had to ask her and a few others to finish up for the evening. Mother dearest was sitting next to Rod and Marg who were celebrating their 1st wedding anniversary. Rod is 56 and a garbage collector at Mitcham and Marg is 58 and works in a factory. Rod and Marg are still very much in the touchy feely stage of their relationship. On the dance floor I was quite stunned when I turned around right at the moment when Rod had his mouth wide open, tongue engaged for action, going in for the pash of all pashes. I think Rod and Marg also had an enjoyable night..... although judging by the way they were feeling each other up, a more private setting e.g. a bedroom may have been more appropriate. Also on the table was a Danish man and his family who made the most of the unlimited wine available. It was discovered during our conversation that on his travels to Australia he spent time with a friend who stole a boat from Denmark and sailed across the sea escaping from the police. At one point I remember looking over and seeing his wife Maria who (suprisingly enough) has Italian parents... as does (suprisingly enough) the other Maria... deep in conversation. As with any good Italian conversation it was rather emotional and revolved around relationships, her son and family affairs. Maria (Big Issue Maria) ended up in tears but not for long as she found refuge in her large beaker of .... I think it was muscat by that stage as everything else had been drunk... As you can imagine a great evening was had by all.... and that was just our table.... I am assuming that most other people had a good time as by this point they had tied MASSIVE GOLD BOWS around their heads and waists out of the table settings. Just a few highlights of a rather bizarre evening was Mum injuring her knee dancing; Dad doing a 'lift' with Mum as a finale to a dance... Dad and Michael asking for bread to mop up their dregs at a celebrity chef dinner, Mum offering Graham some bread.... mopping up Dads dregs.... giving it to Graham who then ate it.... (It worries me that he is a garbage collector).

I would also like to warn members of the public that if they use black adhesive to stick plastic onto a pond please either use gloves or ensure that you don't have functions to attend or a job in which people see your hands. After scrubbing our hands for about 40 minutes in turps Dad and I had to dicreetly leave our hands under the table at the (formal) celebrity chef dinner.... I am also very grateful that most of the time people are facing down when I am working on their backs/necks.... but as one client said to me today.... if you paint your entire fingernails black you could just go with the 'goth' look... genius!!!

Another funny story... today when I was treating a girl we were talking about the hospital at Victor Harbor and I mentioned that I was working there on Tuesday to which she replied... Oh.. are you a nurse............................................... to which I replied.................................. no....................guess again............................. (thankfully she got it right!!!)

Alright.. enough bullshit...