Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Torture
Argh. What a night- my friend invited me to this thing at Alliance Francaise, which I agreed to go to cos I needed to get out. It was nuts. It turned out to be this cocktail thingy to promote an outback art program. Not bad in itself, but not really my scene- everyone was like 50+ and artsy fartsy. So, not great to begin with. Then this old guy shoved his 16yo son on us, which resulted in like half an hour of very awkward moments. Not so bad. But THEN one of his dad's friends came over to us and basically ambushed us for an hour. Gassiest gasbag I have encoutered ever. You know that type of lecherous "look at me I'm so worldly and sophisticated" old man? The type that don't let you get a word in and think they're doing you a favour by imparting all their "wisdom" to you? That life-of-the party "ho ho ho I'm so witty" sort of twit? Yep. Talked about how English is made of both Germanic and Romance influences like it was some revolutionary idea, when we'd learnt that in maybe Year 10. THEN he got his friend to talk to us. Second-gassiest gasbag ever. Crapped on and on about how French is so easy cos it's similar to English and showed us how he could understand this French magazine without having learnt it. All the while, I'm plotting exit plans in my head and rolling my eyes at my friends. In the end, I decided to refute his theory by leaning over and saying in rapid French "excusez-moi, mais il faut qu'on aille" and he's like "what? you can't hear?" and I say "(hahahaha gotcha) no, we have to go, sorry." Once outside we whooped with laughter and were like FREEEEEDOM!!!! and bagged the two gasbags. Turned out 2nd guy was behind us, haha! Serves him right.# posted at 3:03 am
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