Mildly intoxicated bloggery

The lovely Hildy is out at the moment celebrating her old school chum’s FORTIETH birthday.  I was assisting with the celebration until about half an hour ago when I had to return to allow the babysitter to depart.

I’m only mildly perturbed by the reaction of “granny” that I’d allow The Hildy to walk the two hundred metres from the Art Centre to our front door.  Do you think I should have kept her longer so that The Hildy wouldn’t have to walk home alone?

Clearly then I am required by common etiquette to “wait up ” for The Hildy’s return.  this gives me ample opportunity to relate the events of this day to you, my fellow bloggers.

Following a brief “lie in” this morning The Hildy and I took the children to the cinema at Gunwharf.  Unfortunately the girly members of my family refused to watch the excellent movie of my choice and opted for the ridiculous movie Even Almighty.  While I generally approve of religious parody  I cannot, in all honesty, countenance the paying of monies for so obviously dire a motion picture.  The Beautiful Hildy overruled me and Cake Worm and Little Al accompanied me to see Transformers while the gentler Tiny Tasha and Snarly went with mummy to see Even Almighty.

I imagine that I got the better part of the deal because Transformers proved to be a very entertaining motion picture.  Reliant on the special effects for much of it’s impact it still proved to be amusing with a storyline that, while simplistic, raised numerous guffaws from the crowd as well as several gasps of amazement. 

Returning home we had scant moments to prepare our family abode for Granny and to change our attire for the party.  Yet, we managed it without recourse to harsh language.  The children performed their appointed duties with aplomb and I was nearly overcome with familial pride.

I confess to enjoying one or two alcoholic beverages prior to our arrival at the party.  I should at this point mention that Scott has know The Hildy since she was five years old and that he is extravagantly a male hairdresser of some local repute.  This will no doubt explain my amusement at his “slutty” silver shoes as well as the moment of non-recognition that I had when we first arrived.

I am now seeking some small conclusion to my tale but The Lovely Hildy has yet to return.  I may yet fall asleep in front to the telly in a fretful state as I wait for her.