Hell won't be an inferno; it will be a Wild Rumpus

[todayiamadaisy]

The posse has returned from the national convention, bursting with knowledge, gossip and, in one case, a raging head cold. One night they went to the convention cocktail party, officially called the "Jungle Juice" event, and the next night there was a gala fancy dress dinner party, known as "The Wild Rumpus". Shudder.

One member of our board of directors went to the Wild Rumpus dressed as an eagle, which involved wearing tights and a kilt-like skirt that he spent the evening flipping up to show his leather codpiece (do eagles have leather codpieces?). His wife went dressed as a fly - the exact same costume as their former associate, with whom they are currently in some sort of litigation. Embarrassing all round, I'm sure.

The two preceding paragraphs make me glad I missed it.

Other bits about my day

• I got my hair cut and managed not to fall asleep. I let Mischief the hairdresser have his way with my hair, which means he has cut layers into it. Despite my reservations (previous layer cuts have made my head look three times bigger than it is - "But they weren't cut by me, Mischief!" said Mischief), it looks all right, I suppose, if a bit "original Charlie's Angels". Then again, it's still got that just-been-to-the-hairdresser foofiness, with all that extra bounce and swing that makes me feel like I'm in a shampoo commercial. The real test will be tomorrow, when I wash it and let it air dry and don't put any product in it.



• I then went shopping with my mother and as she stopped the car at an intersection we noticed the pedestrian crossing in front of us. He had a red bandana tied round his head, a gold hoop earring and a goatee beard, and was far and away the most piratical person on the street. "Ar-haarrggh, matey!" said my mother, completely forgetting her window was down. Fortunately Pirate Guy laughed and went off on his way, presumably to loot, sack and pillage the Spanish Main. At the next intersection, my mother pointed out a hard-faced woman at the corner. "Look at that tough tart," she said. "She'd eat her pups, wouldn't she?" Equally fortunately the window was now wound up or the pup-eater may have come over and eaten us.



• Every winter two spur-winged plovers make their ground-nest on the nature strip in the middle of the highway in the centre of town, and I'm always fearful they'll get trodden on, even though they never do. The plover chicks have now hatched, so drivers stopped at the traffic lights can delight at the antics of three little balls of brown fuzz.



• On returning home, I made an apple and cinnamon loaf, not because I need an apple and cinnamon loaf, but to try out the new silicon loaf pan I bought. It's apple green and plasticky, which does rather make me feel like I'm using My First Baking Dish, and it's very odd not to have to grease and line anything before using it. However the loaf popped out perfectly. Huzzah!



• I significantly failed to make any great inroads on the essay I'm supposed to be writing.