Was pretty uneventful, surprisingly. Dog-fucker SIL and I have been very civil to each other of late, mainly because I need her to pick Ash up for me when I'm busy, but still, peaceful life is happy life and all that hot heart nonsense.
So when she approached me about organising a surprise party for MIL I said, "Sure, I'd love to help, just no public sexual displays with the dog, OK cunt face!?" OK, the first half of that anyway. I was dubious, as this involved us driving to Costco together on Friday, which is only about a 25 minute drive, but still. Confined space+ absolute twat such as SIL can have disastrous results. We basically said we'd split the cooking, and then MIL's sister would bring a cake. I made meat pies, Caesar salad and sausage rolls (just to piss off all members of the family who only eat Japanese food) and some coconut cookies. SIL made the usual Japanese crap plus a cheesecake that crumbled as she took it out of the pan (I had to giggle, just a bit, we have history after all.)
And amazingly, dog-fucker and I were able to pull the whole thing off without a) MIL finding out and b) Killing each other. Of course she did piss me off at various points of the operation. Random racism popped up in Costco, we were looking at prawns to make ebi-fry and I saw some big plump looking ones I thought might be good to use but she crinkled her nose and said "Look where they're from though!" As soon as I saw 'Vietnam prawns' written on the package I knew why she was against them, and she confirmed my suspicions by saying in a not-so-hushed voice, "They probably stink if they're not from Japan!" Fuck. Tard.
In other random racism, I never actually got around to writing about my football announcer debut here, but it went really well! I fucked up in rehearsal and thought I would for sure during the actual match but by some miracle I think I got through blooper free. There was, however a fuck-up made (nothing to do with me, phew!) when a pretty loud noise echoed around the stadium during the game. We all looked around at each other when we heard it and knew the boss would be fuming, we all ended up with eyes on the sound technician, who stammered "Errr, ummm, I think it was the Indonesian supporters, they must have brought some drum or something....!" Ummmm, racism blame shift much?! I snorted at his attempt to cover the fact he had no idea what sound had just deafened half the fans but I think it went unnoticed. The Japanese DJ I was working with was also horribly biased towards the Japanese team, whenever they got a goal he would bellow "GOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLL!!!!!" in a super excited voice on the loud speaker, but when Indonesia scored, he did a mono-tone, "Goal for Indonesia..." I tried to make up for the poor Indonesian fans by putting on a genki voice when they scored, despite the Japanese team being the team I support, there were only about 50 of the poor bastards compared to the 10,000 Japanese fans after all.
MIL was very happy to be spoilt for her birthday, so I was glad dog-fucker and I could work together, although once a year is quite enough bonding for me I think.
On a totally unrelated, bizarre topic, I was thinking of writing a story from my past here but I don't know if I have the balls to write it. It's a disgraceful act that occurred in the days I was pretty much an alcoholic and my world was one fuzzy, hung over blur. If you'd like to read it with all it's sordid details, leave a comment, if I get enough, I'll man the fuck up and write it.