Community dinner was great fun last night. Tim and Libby came again, which means it's possible that last time they came they liked it. Tim drank too much Strongbow for his size, ate a lot of chocolate, stole people's tea, grumbled random things and let me help him with his HSC major work to be. Libby sat quietly most of the time, and interrupted periodically to make funny jokes.
It's the last commie dinner at dad's house for 3 months, so we had a bit of a celebration. We banged party poppers and took photos and talked loudly and ate raw mustard and were rude to each other and talked about our dreams for the future. It was much like normal community dinners, except there usually aren't so many party poppers.
And it seems that Tom has once and for all chosen his Belrose friends over his Hornsby friends. What a dog!
I ate dinner there and it was so much more posh.
The poshest I would say.
Tom / 6:16pm / 10 March 2004
i would have liked to have been there. I would’ve come if i wasn’t sick. I miss Hornsby.
Helen / 7:35pm / 10 March 2004