October 27, 2004

Grey...and Getting Greyer

Not my hair, although this is starting to become true, but the damn weather.

If I were an American I would have spelt it "Gray...and Getting Grayer" which to me seems hideously wrong.

K would be a bit of an advocate of the old American spelling but I prefer THE QUEEN'S FINE ENGLISH THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

...And so has begun the preparation in my life for BORING EXTENDED CHRISTIAN CONFERENCE WEEKEND HOORAY.

Tonight, a mere Wednesday, which should be left alone in its midweek glory, unharassed by the business of the weekend, K and I are setting off to Kilkenny by the PEASANT'S TRAIN to go to some kip of a boarding school for five full days of conferencing pleasure. Actually it's not a kip. If we were to put my secondary school and this one beside one another in a boxing ring, there is no doubt who would win. Unless of course, it was the students of the schools fighting (as opposed to a Top-Trumps style fight by the schools themselves), in which case the more violent girls from my school would royally thrash those private school rotters. I remember one giant chick who grabbed another girl's head and smashed it off the radiator. That was one of the more exciting days at the convent.

Anyway, this conference has something to do with K's job. To explain what he does and what this conference is is far too complicated and I only got up half an hour ago. Suffice to say there will be 300 or 400 students at it (Christian students, dear Lord in heaven, save me from my own kind) from around the country.

I'm going for two reasons:

1. To keep him company, swabbing his head with a cool cloth when needs be, etc.
2. I'm singing in the makeshift band at the conference

I say makeshift because normally we wouldn't play together as a group. That's not to say the band is crap; on the contary they are all amazing musicians. I'M LOOKING AT YOU DEBORAH. (Look, your name's on the internet!)

Every time I think about the conference, my soul cries, "Why does it have to be FIVE days?!" and then I throw myself around the room in eighteenth century woe. I must videotape it. I bet there's a market for that kind of thing in America. It wouldn't surprise me, what with how they spell "colour" and "centre" and all.

K has been overworking (sure, what's a fourteen hour day a few times a week?) so he's taking the afternoon off to spend with me. Goodness knows why, I am such a grumpy bitch.

Hopefully I will return on Sunday night ashamed of myself for my current QUEEN OF THE MOANERS status.

I bid you all a weekend untouched by plastic explosives.

Posted by neuro-praxis on October 27, 2004 12:37 PM, in the category Bushy Hair