Pubbaware Party
Last Friday night, my house mate kindly asked me to make myself scarce because he was having his girlfriend (who, I might add, I am yet to meet) coming for dinner for the evening. He better bloody well have got laid.
Since I was poor after having paid out nearly $500 in bills this week, I mentioned to Dad that I might come home to the farm for the evening. However, he was going on a Pubbaware party, and said I was welcome to come along, and that he’d even shout me dinner and drinks!
Well, I’d be stupid to knock it back… but what in the hell is a Pubbaware party?
You know how women have their Tupperware parties all the time, pretty much just as an excuse to kick back and drink bubbly with the girls, no boys around. So, the boys (this is in the country remember, so everyone knows everyone, and pubs are limited) decided that they were sick of the girls having all these parties, and the boys sitting home with the kids. They came up with the ‘Pubbaware’ idea, which is really neat. A bus is organised to go around and pick everyone up from set locations, then drives out to some random Pub that few people have been to before, they have a bar meal, and drink large quantities of beer. Then the bus drops them off at the end of the night. Simple. Effective. Brilliant.
I felt rather young hanging out with a bunch of 40 year olds drinking beer and talking about farm stuff (well, they were talking, I just stood there and half listened). But all in all, it wasn’t a bad evening.
