Monday, March 13, 2006
bloggers can bbq too
we walked through the park. it was so fucking hot. we kept seeing tall black people in traditional nigerian dress.
"are the bloggers black?" asked the smallest of the children with us?
"no, we don't think so" we quipped.
we had told the kids in the car that this picnic was with our blogger friends. of course they had asked "who's going to be at the bbq?" so we had to explain. princess doesn't like the word "bloggers" for some reason and i can't remember what she said to call ourselves. i'll get back to you.
finally we found elaine and fungoir and settled in. they're not black. not that there's anything wrong with that.
and then, in no particular order:
the kids had a water fight and then i bought them an ice cream each, from the second mr whippy van that turned up, because the first one wasn't authentic enough. we lolled on rugs, fluffy was just as i imagined and i kept wanting to hug her. elaine was wearing a cute smocky-type of top that i think i heard someone say she made herself. admiration high. i played croquet with cotton and clokes. i lost twice and cotton won both games. sublime was there, with funky red earrings and a tub of delicious shredded pork swimming in white lard that you had to scrape off, it was a larrousse fantasy come true! a few other people were there, fungoir and rowena, can't remember the others. no i didn't drink ALL of my wine. we waited for scarlett, who went to the wrong park. nevermind, next time! the ants got into cotton's bread and his mango was still uncut when we left. i wonder what happened to that mango? oh yes fluffy had her dog but not tiny man. she'd also brought her boots to play footy but no one had a ball. but the croquet and frisbee got a lot of use. we had african music, and fried haloumi. chops and sausages from algerian-french peoples. cotton didn't wear the white shoes but he did brandish a pair of funky original "swimmers" and talked about going to the fitzroy pool.
"when does the fitzroy pool close?" he asked the group.
"oh, 1987" was cloke's witty answer.
it was a good day. fluffy apologised to me about swearing in front of princess. i told her that my language can be bad and sometimes princess hears me. oh, mother's guilt. but to make fluffy feel better, later that night, after we'd read a few pages of harry potter 4, and the light was turned off, i lay on princess' bed next to her and said, "what did you think of today? did you like them? the people?"
and she said "i liked them all. they were all nice."
and no there aren't any photos.