Monday, April 23, 2018

BAD Dinner

After our friend's recent funeral, Brighton Antique Dealer asked us to her place for dinner. I will invite a couple of other gay men to join us, she said. We really weren't looking forward to it, cooped up and trapped with BAD and two other gay men who may well be bitchy old superior queens. R didn't tell me some of the details that he learnt from BAD's inummberale texts and a couple of phone calls. That at 82 she communicates with us by phone sms is quite impressive.

Dinner was a catered affair at her posh residence in a public area. Friends and family of all residents were invited. I am guessing BAD paid for us. The building where she lives has a large area on the ground level that contains reception, a bar, a library, a kitchen, table and couch seating areas for chatting, a garden and a pool. 

It was a really nice evening, the food being quite ok, games along the way to entertain us and boy do really old people know how to drink. 

The two gay guys we already knew. Perhaps BAD had forgotten that we met them in the past. They are perfectly nice and fun. Another person on our table was a 94 old very stylish woman who we had also met before. She is deaf as a post, but such great fun with a constant amused expression on her face. The former conductor of the Melbourne Gay and Lesbian Chorus flirted outrageously with her with much double entendre. We were caught up in the running joke that it was her birthday this day. Every day is her birthday as she hints, and friends are in on the joke.

Remember paper planes at school? We had to make them and that was another competition. The chap sitting at left angle to BAD had his son and daughter in law at the table. The son was a quite nice looking bloke and the older than him gay men at the table lusted after him. Meh, he was ok, warm and friendly, but spoilt for me when he left and I saw his bad fitting cheap looking trousers. He is a university lecturer of some sort. I may have mentioned in the past so I am superficial.

Subsequently seeing BAD, she mentioned about his father, her neighbour. She keeps accusing him of being gay and he replies, how can I be when I have children. Then he secretively showed BAD a photo of him in a tutu. BAD keeps her view that he is gay.   BAD's second husband wasn't gay, but he was a cross dressing wealthy yachty. BAD presents an annual award in his name at a yacht club. You may not remember but her first husband was an Arab and when she first saw him naked, she said, surely you are not going to put that monster anywhere near me. She must have relented as she had her two children by him.

There was also the token exotic of the complex, a 93 year old born black American who we have met with a couple of times, although I had no idea he was so old. A few years ago when BAD introduced us and our Late Friend and they realised they knew each other from some 30 years earlier when the US guy visited our Late Friend when he lived in northern country Victoria. Yes, I expect for an assignation. We don't like the old 93 year old black bloke. He is so pompous and grumpy. I would prefer to die younger than become like him.

Other games were indoor bowling which even expert bowlers could not manage to allow for the speed of balls on carpet. R had a go. Put a pair of panty hose on your head with an apple at the end to knock something off the floor.

There was also a trivia quiz on paper. Our table had two sheets of questions, but still we failed. No one listened to me when I knew the correct answers.

One chap, who was there for pre dinner drinks and not dinner, was a friend of the aforesaid US guy and he said he loved the diversity within the residents. Really? Diversity among very comfortably off old white people? That is not the real Australia, only a small segment of the quite privileged.

While we were feeling a bit snowed under with social engagements, it was a fun night, and not too late.


Have a crack yourself. I expect you will have to click on the photo to make it embiggen it.
1/ Everyone correct.
2/ General agreement and I would think most had that right. It is confused at times because people include territories. 
3/ Everyone correct
4/ Not many correct responses. Spotlight is a fabric chain retailer. One person on our table cheated and used his phone. I didn't have a clue.
5/ My answer was correct but then someone cheated again and checked their phone. 
6/ I didn't deliberately cheat, but I did have to go out to the car for something and I tried to take note, and it was quite difficult to work out. I think on the sheet, the answer is wrong marked as wrong. 
7/ My suggestion and I was wrong. 
8/ Disputed. Someone used their phone and there was some suggestion that in Australia they go clockwise, and that is what I said. 
9/ Me wrong again. 
10/ I had this one correct, but who listens to me?
11/ I said five, but I was overruled.
12/ Someone else went through the list and someone noticed the missing socially awkward dwarf was missing.
13/ Too easy.
14/ I said Ace, and again I was overruled. I was correct.
15/ I didn't have a clue and I did not have time to think before someone wrote an answer.
16/ My answer was correct.

The list of questions was found as one of the deceased residents, and there have been many, possessions were dealt with. 

27 comments:

  1. I so misread the post's title and expected to read about a dreadful dinner. Which is forgetful of me, because you have mentioned BAD before.
    Even embiggened my tired eyes couldn't read the questions.

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    1. EC, the quiz was a lot of fun and not taken too seriously. No matter that you can't read it.

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  2. Sounds like a really interesting dinner! Hugs...RO

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    1. Thanks RO. I was such a surprise to us, and all good.

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  3. When I read your title I thought you'd had a bad food experience. I'm not much good at trivia, I do remember one trivia night I attended where a question was where is cellophane made and somebody wrote cellophania.

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    1. River, funny answer. So where is cellophane made? BAD in capital letters is always the old rich duck Irene.

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    2. Probably in a factory somewhere (*~*)

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  4. Now that sounds like a night to remember! Simple fun can be much funnier than the 'staged productions' we've endured at peoples'homes.

    Many years ago one male friend couldn't understand that however much fun you thought the game of Twister was years ago - most 50/60 yr olds don't 'do it' and much to his annoyance didn't do it at his party. No Invitations to his do's for many of us after that

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    1. Cathy, I agree about simple fun. Yes, there is a certain age where Twister will be inappropriate, perhaps about forty.

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  5. What a fun evening. The residency where your hostess lives sounds REALLY nice.
    I'm not even trying that quiz, no point in embarrassing myself. Heh.

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    1. Sandra, the quiz is a bit Australia centric. Yes, her place is very nice and a good community.

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  6. That sounds like a wonderfully fun evening!

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  7. That is Not a dull evening !

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    1. Lady J, I guess any dullards were not welcome.

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  8. I also thought you meant a bad meal - seems as if it was a fun time.
    Read the questions - got a few wrong.

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    1. Margaret, the questions were fairly simple, but surprisingly I, we and most others did not get them right.

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  9. It sounds like a good time was had by all. :)

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    1. Lee, and not at all as imagined by me, that is a private dinner.

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  10. That sounds like a good time. The ages of some guests, still enjoying life seems like, was a bit stereotype busting. Made me want to dance.

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    1. Strayer, it was so good to see such active and smart old people.

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  11. It's so annoying when you know the correct answer and no one listen, happens all the time to me 😀😀

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  12. Lecturers with ill fitting trousers. Now I'm paranoid about what my students might be thinking about my clothes.

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    1. Just give them your beautiful smile Ad Rad and they will never notice what you are wearing.

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  13. My bad as a host to you and R. I'll have to think of games and other events for your future Sydney visits. Perhaps fireworks? (Oh no, we had those last time!)

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