Celebrate Lyssa’s Nan’s Birthday – Mad Chaos: June 16, 1998

Beginning To Despise Long Diary Entries

God I hate long entries.  I despise them, but I can’t help it.  When I have to write I have to write.  

I am bound by life to this Diary and until death do I part to heaven I will continue my sage.  

Sometimes, like now, that gets on my nerves because I spend hours here.  It’s been nine pages and I’ve only been through two days, not even.  Well let me get back to work.

Having A Formal Family Dinner

While at Lyssa’s Nan’s house, Lyssa had a shower while everyone prepared for the Leagues Club.  Saturday night, we were greeting the whole family for a formal dinner (without formally being dressed).  Carleigh didn’t drive down because she was drinking.  So instead, we got a lift off one of Lyssa’s Uncles.  Basically for the whole night I wasn’t really told of the details of what was happening next, and I didn’t really see this coming.

Firstly, we sat down on sound small tables, as everyone chatted.  Lyssa and I sat there content with the fact we weren’t talking.  Some more of Lyssa’s relatives started coming in, including her auntie who was commented on her large breast size in her dress by Donald.  Jokingly giving her a compliment, she sat down with her engaged boyfriend and his brother.  

Lyssa told me these two guys travel everywhere together, never leave each other, and that the single guy is a sleaze.  They used to ask Lyssa if she would like to become a model.  Gawking at her figure they would say they had contacts that could help her.  Sound pleasing?  I don’t think so.  That didn’t help Saturday night.

Once everyone was there we headed for dinner and were all seated on a large dinner table seating around 15.  The occasion was Nan’s birthday party, which again I didn’t have all the details on.  Lyssa didn’t have much money left and the food was estimated at $30 a head.  Donald was also light on the money but Lyssa thought he would pay some.  

Lyssa and I sat next to each other.  I was on one end of the table and Nan was way on the other side sitting on the head seat.  Cheering that there was no one sitting on the opposite head of the table where I was, Lyssa and I started looking through the menu.

Most of the food on the menu was expensive.  Of course, it was an expensive surrounding with a Piano man playing, flowers and candles on the tables, lavish draping, it had style.  The food sounded good, as I picked what I thought would fill me up nicely.  Lyssa picked her food.  

As the waitress came around I thought it was a nice posh touch for me to say, “Can you take out any alcohol from my mushroom bowl,” which was soaked in it for flavor.  

Ordering the catch of the day for my main meal and the mushroom thing for my entrée, the lady took the menus and was on her way.

Sitting and chatting with Lyssa and everyone else on the table, I was content with my actions.  Ten minutes after we ordered, the two spaces at the far side of the table where I was sitting were filled.  The guy next to me was a relative of Lyssa’s.  He was exuberant and cheerful.  Just back from his job, which is Emergency Services, you could tell in his tone of voice he was happy to brag about his job, although it didn’t appear he was.  Nevertheless, he was a funny guy.  You gather, in every gathering there is always the clown.  He was the closest.  Thinking it was a good thing I was sitting next to him, we started to chat.

Meeting Lyssa’s Arch Rival

Next to him was his sister.  Lyssa told me before she came how she is always in competition with this blonde relative of hers.  Being 22 years of age, Lyssa told me she has always been compared to her.  They absolutely hate each other (in spirit).  When they are near each other, automatic rivalry.  

Seeing her walk in with her long slick black dress on, businesslike look and a pair of breasts on her as voluptuous as Lyssa’s, I could see why.  She was the sister of the funny guy.  She tantalized the table with her woes of work.

Passing conversation under the sleaze like it almost meant nothing, she mentioned how at her job (which is a card dealer at the Sydney Harbor Casino, on the large betting tables upstairs), she had to bet against Kerry Packer.  According to her story, he was down a couple of million and wasn’t very happy.  He didn’t argue with her but had a bit to say about the manager at the time.

An Expensively Hyped Dinner

Half an hour after we actually ordered our entrée the first serving showed up.  Disappointed to find I had ordered a little bowl of boiled mushrooms (which would cost a dollar at most), I was charged almost $10 for them.  That is the hype of a restaurant.  So I sat there and enjoyed them as best as I could.  

When that was done our main meal showed up.  Disappointed at what was an appetizer, my fish showed up.  Lyssa asked for chips as a side dish with salad, but she didn’t receive it and demanded it, nicely.  Myself, I asked for mushrooms as a side dish but didn’t receive them.  Not fretting, I took some of Lyssa’s vegetables, which she didn’t want.

Trying to enjoy the food was hard, as the fish had a couple of little bones in it that was pissing me off.  Seeing the girl that Lyssa is up against send her meat back because it was too bloody, I thought I should ask for my mushrooms, but I didn’t.  Instead, I quietly ate away at my dinner that didn’t really fill me up.  Lyssa didn’t eat much from her plate because she thought she was fat.  Even when her salad showed up she didn’t feel like eating.  Instead, I tried some of her mushrooms but found they tasted off.  Most of the guests complained also about the prawns there.  They tasted off, but nothing was done.

Nan Blows Out Birthday Candles

Nearing the end of the meal people started singing happy birthday.  I silently chanted the lines.  A cake was given to Nan.  Trying to blow out the candles, all was silent and attention was on her.  When the candles were out, almost everyone on the table had made a comment, excluding me, which I thought was appropriate.  

Lyssa gave a short speech, “Happy Birthday Nan.”

How special.  

When all the speeches done, the piano man began to play again.  The cake was cut and dealt to all on the table.  Finding it too sweet, I ate it anyway because I needed something to help fill me up.  The meals didn’t do it for me.

Talking To The Sleazy Relatives

When the cake was eaten, we began our trek to another part of the club.  Seated where the live music was playing, we continued our celebrations, as everyone started to drink.  Seated correctly once again, Lyssa sat next to me, as Carleigh, Kuper and the funny guy sat across from us.  The night continued on as we kept talking, having a couple of laughs and having fun.

At one stage of the night one of the sleazy guys called me over.  Getting looks from most of the guests there who knew them, it was like walking over to death.  The look was ‘Take care of yourself’.  Standing up near them, they asked me if I was into bodybuilding.  Telling them I used to be, they told me how the Bodybuilding Olympia was on pay television.  We sat there as we talked about who won the Olympiad and how I got started with weights.  Words flowed smoothly for me.  Tipsy as they were, they started raving off topics.

Telling me how lucky I was to have someone like Lyssa, they commented how beautiful she was and then commented about her boob size.  Feeling like decking him for insulting me by talking about Lyssa that way, I knew I shouldn’t start a scene so took it on the chin.  

Conversation then talked about the world today and how to watch out for Asians.  As they consumed more liquor they started babbling more.  Consistently, their smoking was getting on my nerves.  When a good chance came, I excused myself and began my walk back to my normal seat.

Lyssa Talks To Sleazy Relatives

Lyssa asked what we talked about.  I told ,her but not about the boob thing.  Minutes later they called Lyssa over.  As she got up I noticed the blonde 22 year old was looking at Lyssa in competition of her body.  As Lyssa got up she looked away.  It was funny.  I’m not sure if the 22 year old realized.  She probably did, but every time she bent over (she bent over reasonably low and often), you could see right down her cleavage.  Lyssa along with Carleigh got some good views.

Walking down the path of death, Lyssa was confronted by the brothers and looking down at her reaction, she was all fake smiles.  You could tell she didn’t want to be there.  When Lyssa came back, she told me how they commented on her body and how they thought it was great she was getting fat now.  Their words.  Pissed off that they would say that, they also commented on how Lyssa has a sloppy or large butt now.

Lyssa sat on the table depressed and upset, so we opted to go for a walk.  In that time I relieved myself in the toilet.  Walking around a bit we had a bit of a bitch about the two guys and about the blonde girl.  Then we headed back.  

Finishing The Birthday Night

There were some girls there also having a birthday party bash.  The birthday girl, clad in a short dress and Spanish/Latino looking was pretty hot dancing on the floor.  Other funny people to watch dancing were old couples trying to swing it to fast beat music.  There was this one try-hard middle aged lady that kept swinging her arms around in the air thinking she was all that when some fast beat music came on.  

The rest of the night was just watching everyone get drunk.  At 1am we walked outside to catch a taxi with Nan.  Lyssa’s Uncle with the disability escorted us.  Jumping into the taxi, Lyssa wished her Nan a happy birthday but I didn’t think it was appropriate to comment.  The night was alright except for the dick head comments.

Sleepover At Nan’s House

Back at Lyssa’s Nan’s house we set up our bed, which was a fold out sofa.  Nan went to sleep in her bedroom.  With the light on, Lyssa and I explored pay television.  An hour later Lyssa was asleep.  That left me awake watching television.  

Not too long after Lyssa’s dad came home to sleep.  Unlocking the front door for them, he looked disappointed when he found out he was sleeping on the chair and Lyssa and I had the foldout bed.  Waking up, Lyssa told him he had a bed set up on the floor in Uncle Kim’s room, but he didn’t take it.  I think because he wanted to have a watchful eye over us.  Whatever it was, the lights were off and we all went to sleep for the night.  

Donald started snoring through the night.  I found it a bit harder to sleep but I eventually got there.  Being the light sleeper I am, I heard Donald jump up to sleep in his Nan’s room when she awoke at 7am in the morning.