Swine and Cheese

I don’t have a whole lot of time for my second entry. I’m off to a dinner part in less than an hour and my mother needs the computer in a few minutes. My mother has recently gotten into online poker. It’s pretty impressive the amount of money she has won thus far. Last week she played for and hour and won over $400. Half of the money went into her “self-improvement plan”. My mother is saving up to get some surgery done. I’m not going to go into great detail, but she wants to get a few wrinkles taken out and have a part of her body enlarged. Personally I’m not sure how I feel about the whole thing. After all, she’s almost 60 and she’s mother. My father seems to think she won’t go through with it, but I differ in opinion. A few days ago I heard her on the phone booking an appointment with a specialist for later next week. So we’ll see…
Tonight I’m off to a dinner party. I’m not really into the whole thing. The shin-dig is being hosted by a friend of my brother’s. I personally don’t know him, but I know he’s a police officer. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing personally against the police, it’s just I don’t trust most of them. I’ve had my fair share of argument with people in uniforms. I’m also not looking forward to the party simply because I’m not a huge fan of places with large amounts of people who I don’t know. This being mostly because I’m not one who enjoys small talk and idle chit-chat.
The last party that was graced by my presence at was a total bust. It was about three months ago. Again, it was being thrown by a friend of a friend (well actually that friend is now a former friend). There were about 40 people there and they seemed to be having a good time but then again things aren’t always what they appear, let’s face it the world is full of phonies! I ended up in the kitchen with the host. She was a woman in her mid 30s, not married, perhaps bitter about that fact. When I asked her what she did for a living our pointless banter went something like this:
“….oh that’s interesting, so what is your occupation then?” I asked.
“I actually work in horticulture”, she answered.
I paused for a moment, “so is it true what they say?”
She looked at me suspiciously, “What is that?”
“You can lead a whore-to-culture, but you can’t make her think!”
She looked at me as if I was from Mars. Then she made a petty excuse and went to attend to other people. Can you believe it? I made a brilliant joke, and because she’s dimwitted, she makes me feel like I have done something wrong. I soon after left the party, but first I made sure to steal all the soap from her bathrooms.
I hope this party goes better, or at least the policeman has good food!