The work crowd here normally don't socialise outside of work. We work in a business park and most people drive, so its rarity we head for drinks of a Friday. Someone suggested it this Friday and I had already had stuff planned for the Friday night. Not that I remembered. I had told the mate J that we would go to some girl rock gig type thingy and perhaps Q&A. Never mind the fact that I had also arranged to meet someone in town that evening to collect a message from them. A meeting over runs and next thing you know, I have to get Mammy2 to go and collect it. I am so disorganised, I think I need to start writing things down. Or get a PA whichever.
I headed over with the workmates for a drink, after chatting with the mate J and getting a ETA for the nights activities. As there is one oither 'family' member on the team, chat inevidetably turns to sexual oreniation. Not in a ," so you're gay 2 fashion. More in a talking in general. I have been out at work since my first job so I have learned that there are other things to talk about when out and about, but if someone brings it up, then I can talk about it. Apparently, one of the guys I was talking to is really good mates with the other 'family' member and said that he had been very nervous about coming out and when he told his work mates, it was such a relief. I can only imagine. I decided not to do down that route and just gauge people's feelings before outing myself. Sometimes there's no
need to come out. In this instance my rainbow belt outed me. According to P, the workmate I was chatting to for the evening. Classic stuff. I don't even need to say anything any more, just arriving in wearing only the Pride flag and this should put all questions out of peoples minds.
The gig was good fun, J was into the music, I thought they were fierce loud and we met up with a few other mates, who were into it as well. I don't know, my musical preference has oft been ridiculed with good reason, but these lot were very loud. However, J had bought me a meerkat shirt and I was beyond chuffed with it. Its perfect, 2 meerkats on the front of it and it fits just right. I LOVE meerkats. They're up there with squirrels and I'm sure if they ever make a mini series about squirrels I'll be watching it.
Mammy2's aunty passed away and we went to the removal on the Saturday evening. Its the first time I've been to a removal since Mam, but strangely enough it didn't cross my mind. I was just worried about Mammy2. She had been quite close to the aunty before she was put in the home as a result of Alzheimer's. After the removal it was back to the family home for tea and sandwiches. Its funny. I feel totally accepted by Mammy'2 family even though our relationship is an issue at times, because Mammy2's mammy worries about what people think. I do feel acc epted and I know that they think of me as family. But and it sounds stupid, but they have this shelf with pictures of all the kids on their wedding day and various family pictures everywhere and there's not one picture of us. Mammy2 has give her various pictures over the years. Like I said, its stupid I know. We're accepted and that should be enough, who cares about a picture on a mantelpiece.
Most of Sunday was the usual, I was up working, they were all in bed until I called them for Sunday dinner. I swear, sometimes I think I am the only one who cares about Sunday dinner. Its not even the case of the dinner, its that we are all up to so much during the week I think its important to sit down and catch up and have dinner. Sort of forced family routine I know, but I guess I'm a traditionalist. Coming from a background where sitting down together for dinner very rarely happened, I think its important. The fact that the telly isn't allowed to be left on makes me very popular. But dinner went down well and the mate K who had stayed over on the Saturday night was impressed with the potatoes. So it was worth it.
The kid was supposed to have a date last night but he cancelled. She was relieved, obviously she's well into him!. She's been going on about trances and how she slips into them and out of them on regular basis these days. How am I supposed to respond to that? Throw holy water at her? Tell her to stop listening to Enigma? Not worry until a day when I walk into the room and she's levitating? Between empathy and trances, I don't know how the mate K keeps a straight face at all. She's going to Cavan with the blue haired mate for Paddies Weekend. I asked her about Mother's day but she said she's not bothered as she hates the day anyways. Mammy2's nephew is having his bday celebrations on that day so I think I might take a trip down to visit Mama Titch and spend some time with her. Its been nearly a year since I've been to the grave and I guess I can only put it off for so long.
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