Writer’s note: I wrote this not to advocate any position, or to say anything in particular. It’s simply a collection of observations, stories, hushed chats and whispers. There’s stories in here that aren’t my own, and it’s certainly not my intention to sound like I’m advocating a position. It’s in a minor key, it’s a bundle of observations and a collection of mumbles.
Bekka’s turning 18, coming of age, party at mum and dads. Scotty spins the tunes and dad throws up the fairy lights, mum caters to fill teenage stomachs – it’ll come up in the front paddock in a few hours anyway.
Mason’s got a new truck, lifted with an LED bar light to be seen from space. He’s the first to arrive at this festive event, and his country dimples cover valleys of insecurity. Cowboy hat bent at the front, ma and pa secretly hope he’d turn his eyes towards their Bek – if only they knew.
Stace, Maria and Bree tumble out of someone’s back seat, pre-loaded. Dressed to the nines, their heels sink into soft country soil, squealing with each squelch, their lives work to snob you off.
Jase makes an entrance, circle work in his beat up ute. The joker, always the laugh. Bekka’s beau, the half bottle of cheap bourbon held by it’s neck. He’s the joker, but she’s got a creeping suspicion the joke’s on him. 20 years old, on the same an hour, with no prospects of increase.
Family comes, smiles abound. Uncle Frank and Aunt Nina, there’s grandma and gramps. Cousins of all ages. Dad playfully grabs Danny in a headlock, trying to explain that his sodomite son is merely creative, like you can try to explain the gay away. Thanks dad, but they both grieve, unable to move past recent revelations.
Raye and Chrissy sit in the tray of Mason’s ute, necking cheap vodka straight from the bottle. He could have both in a heartbeat, but his sights are set on other targets, perhaps tonight he’ll pipe up the confidence to tell her.
Dwayne sings along to the country ditties, he’s unusually talented that way. Laughing off the compliments, he wonders how life might be different if not yoked with three generations of expectation breathing down his neck. Still, he hums along, wondering, even for a second, if things were different.
Kal, as everyone agrees, is classic wife material, the mother hen of the group. She chats CWA with mum, half an eye on Danny, blissfully unaware he’ll make no woman honest. She mistakes his compliments for flirting, and the thought crosses his mind that perhaps he could fake it, until he made it.
Speeches, and mum and dad praise their perfect Bekka. She spies Jase, he’s getting amorous with Raye, and way too close to his bourbon. She pats her tummy – a week late, and she wonders how daddy will react if she breaks the news to him.
And the party continues, and the fire crackles. They all continue to live their lives together, all in secret.
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Dear Parents (and children) who attended Zoe’s wonderful party yesterday,
Thank you all for making the afternoon a success!
On the whole, everyone had a great time, especially Zoe. There is, however, an issue that has been raised with me. An issue that I know we can all resolve with poise and respect, as I know you all will do.
I know that many of you are upstanding, Christian people and citizens of high morals. I certainly did not anticipate the reaction that the ‘vodka strawberry creams’ would have. It certainly was not my intention to deliberately mislead any of you, nor did I expect anyone to consume more than three of the delicious bite-sized treats.
I have fielded some calls from concerned parents notifying that their children appeared tipsy, or even slightly drunk, after the party. For those children who ate more than ten of the special strawberries, this is highly possible. I need to point out, however, the responsibility that you, the parents also had in this situation. By allowing your children to consume more than ten of anything at a party or social event does garner the question of your child’s ability to control themselves when presented with treats.
On the positive side, many of these parents did report that the affected children did have a solid nights sleep, going down just after dinner and having a restful night.
Again, if your children, or you yourself did consume an excess amount of the (clearly labelled) ‘vodka strawberry creams’ and had adverse affects, I do apologise without reservation. One wife relayed to me that her husband consumed in excess of 15 such treats and was unable to go to work that evening.
In retrospect, I should have avoided alcohol after that incident at Eli’s party involving the ‘pirate rum balls’.
Apart from that, Zoe had a wonderful time and enjoyed everyone’s company. I trust that you and your children also had a great time at the party.