As in all sporting spectacles of which I participate in fan-ship, I always choose to cheer for a not-guaranteed-to-win underdog as my favorite team/player/participant. So for all future races, I have decided that that person shall be the Brazilian, Felipe Massa (website, wikipedia). Having hung out with Ayrton Senna as a kid one afternoon in Brazil, it only seems proper that I should pick a Brazilian to cheer for in Formula One racing.
Pui and Maid Go spent the day in Bangkok at the GiffarineThe Thai version of Avon, a door-to-door cosmetics and skin care company, with a multi-tiered selling structure similar to Amway. anniversary party, leaving at 5:00 in the morning. Pot was supposed to spend the day at home with me, but woke up in bitch mode, and insisted his mother take him along on her trip. Pui, of course, relented, and took Pot with her. Of course, once Pot got to the Giffarine convention, and realized that it involved 15,000 people sitting in chairs and listening intently for 8 hours, Pot got himself back into bitch mode, and decided that he wanted to go home... and made that sentiment clear in the loudest and whiniest of voices. (Fortunately, Maid Go was there to keep Pui from beating the snot out of her child in front of 14,998 other people. Pot did keep his pissy attitude up for the next 8 hours though, notwithstanding Pui's desire to wring his neck.) At the end of the day however, it was like Pui and Go had been to a gospel revival, and came home blessed with the spirit of Giffarine, talking hurriedly and breathlessly about their marketing heroes of the day, how much money was to be made, et cetera. It's really a bit cultish, but if all Pui is worshipping is money and skin care products, I'm not going to complain. She has a lot of fun and it keeps her busy.
I spent the afternoon back at home working, but it was only moderately productive.
In the evening, it was off to Bob's BBQ for Bob's 44th Birthday. (He stated the number in the SMS he sent out to his friends, so I'm assuming he's willing to share that number with the world.) Baby Gina could not grasp the concept of a birthday party that was not her own, and thus passed between tearful and jubilant, as circumstances warranted.After that, it was off to TQ2. I was eventually joined by Pui, Go, and Pot, direct from being dropped off by the Giffarine corporate van. (I would be embarrassed by having Pot hanging out in a go-go bar at the age of 5, but the truth is (oddly enough) he sees his own mother in such various stages of undress so often that I figured that a bunch of girls dancing around in thong bikinis was (relatively) not any worse. Hell: He really didn't even notice the girls, being focused on the toy pop gun his mother had purchased for him.
Anyway, we stayed late, and were home well after midnight. (That concludes the second such late night in a row for me.)
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