Life Among the Conservatives

To my recurrent dismay, Katherine and Emily seem to be sticking to their cognitive-dissonance Conservative connection. This Wednesday they are volunteering at a Conservative fundraiser silent auction. Now, I don't think the Conservatives are the devil, but I will not raise dough for them just because their deputy leader is (a) the least funny-looking of the MPs, (b) an excellent speaker, and (c) a waistcoat wearer. That last is not a euphemism for anything, he just wears one. Anyway: Pla! to that. I will have to sit here and continue to fume in leftist disenfranchisement and disenchantment. Nate, however, is pleased as punch.

I am pleased as punch that Mum (or Mom, as she would prefer) is here. Last night we went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, eeeee! It was really quite good. The entire Weasley family is just perfect. The directions they gave to Krum consisted of, I believe, "Just be terrifying and Bulgarian." Which works well, for Krum. Though he was too Soviet-gymnast beefy; Krum is supposed to be sort of duck-footed and unnotable except for his Mad Quidditch Skillz(tm). But whatever. It was enjoyable, and Mum and I went out to Oh So Good afterwards for dessert. We split the delightful banana chocolate cake and talked about politics and boys (that is, after all, what we have mothers for!). Today we made mahumbah, which was well received, and went for a drive and a walk in the Gatineau Hills. After that she very kindly treated me, Katherine, Emily, and Nate to dinner at the Greek place. Hot Neighbour and Hot Waiter have been considerate enough to make appearances today, so Mum knows with whom we are most likely to run off to Aruba. Guilt-Trip Waiter appeared as well, reviving his feud with Emily over her failure to recognize him in the elevator in our building a few days ago. In fairness to Guilt-Trip Waiter, Emily did recognize Hot Waiter, and Guilt-Trip Waiter's guilt trip was due partially to heartbrokenness at the discovery of his sidekick status. In the restaurant we had a rousing-yet-civil argument about (what else?) Dubya. We did get the Can-con in, but the characters on the American stage are so much more grotesque that they are great fun to discuss in tones of horror. Somber head-shaking is optional, but recommended for gravitas.

In addition to all these good things, my poli sci essay does not suck; it is due Tuesday and I have only one page left to write. All in all, quite a satisfactory weekend. I have been wined and dined, gotten a bit of work done, and seen two rather good movies (Walk the Line was the other one -- hooray for doped-up Johnny Cash!). Mum should come every weekend!