Party politics and prattle
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Seminyak, Bali, Indonesia
Sunday, November 30, 2008
I'm fine as usual... Have been very active at work and been a bit too mouthy, also as usual. Had decided to try and get a bit of change going at work and consequently have been putting my hand up and making suggestions at staff meetings... unfortuneatly I am not the most tactful of people, (please keep your titters where they belong, inside your clothing). So rather than have a pleasant exchange of views with a wonderful outcome that benefits everyone, when I run up against beaucracy gone mad I, very mild manneredly, have refused to back down and consequently have ended up causing many problems. Will not bore you again with all the details but basically keep clashing with management over stupid ways the school is being run. I know i'm not exactly the most experienced person in the world but when lots of other people agree as well, surely it merits, at least, discussion? Apparently not. Luckily for me I am not discouraged easily and have begun a campaign of nagging style repetition in an effort to wear down the opposition, currently the opposition is still trying to shut me up... I am offering very favourable odds to anyone who would like to bet on their success??
Less work related is the house party I hosted on Friday! Invited loads of people, whole school in fact along with some extras I have met along the way. Did virtually no organisation - as is my way - and found myself at home ready for people at 4pm but with no guests, (realise that's stupidly early but lots of the assistants have families and have to get home early, so had to have it start straight after school). By 5pm have convinced myself that no-one is coming... sniff... poor, poor, big mouthed, ian. Anyway shortly after my assistant Saurma and her friend Tety turn up and I find myself in a bizarre tea-party style set up, (with the slight variation that I am swigging martini and vodka instead of darjeeling or, more realistically, tetleys). As I start to disspaire that anyone else is coming, Ana arrives - Yay maybe just a slow start! Saurma and Tety get up to leave!! They have to go home! Oh god! Barely know Ana and now is only me and her stuck in my house and she is not drinking! Running out of small talk around the point that a phone call comes in... It is Cepy, (a cute drum teacher from after school) needing directions. He arrives just as Ana's husbund arrives to collect her... Good god above. Now find myself in my house, fully set up for twenty odd people, just me and Cepy - Who I have never spoken to before... Is like a scene from a sad American teen drama. It is now 6pm. Just as I decide that the only way to perk the night up is to make a, diasterous, move on Cepy and see if I can salvage a bit of action from the evening, a phone call from Helena. They are on their way as is at least ten other people! Yay! Thank god for Bali time! Within half an hour my house is filled with a cosmopolitan mix of people from various parts of Indonesia, America, Australia, New Zealand, the U.K. Canada and I only hate about two or three of them! Amazing ration given my very bitchy temprament.
The party goes well and I am mildly tipsy and suggesting some cunning and very intellectual plan to all change our hair styles at school on the last day of term when even more people turn up... My house is now heaving and I am feeling very pleased with myself. Various indiscreet comments are flowing from people almost as freely as the alcohol. In between accosting various people about their plans this evening I instigate a continuation of the party at a nearby club. A few people drift off as we arrange taxi's and we assemble in the street. As my house is apparently unlocatable by any taxi man on the island we all pile into a couple of cars and motorbikes, (sometimes three or four to a bike?!?) and make a very ill advised journey across town. Drunkeness is high but spirits are tiring so when we arrive at the bar cocktails are called for to keep people going it's about 12 and I am ready to dance - instead we find a bizarre rock and roll tribute band playing who are sooooo good it begs for dancing, but the place is too full of tables and chairs - dullness! We quickly move aside the impediments and the night continues well.
Many people are drifiting off as we head towards 2am but a core of hardened alcoholics forge onto obsession, love it there! We are a teeny bit late so only have time for one drink here before hurrying on to La Vida Loca. Some excellent music there and I finally end up on a motorbike being dropped home at about 4.30am having had a very unusual 12 hours...
Ixxx
