Pizza Night
It's pizza night in the Binger household. I've stolen a moment on the computer while waiting for the dough to rise. The brood has been busy today...Iris was again at dance rehearsals all afternoon, Jamie had a golf lesson and Alan a guitar lesson. While everyone was out of the house I took the opportunity to gather all my receipts, etc. together for the man who's going to do my taxes. Yes I know I'm late...I've been putting it off for weeks. It's my least favourite thing to do. Anyway, everything's together, and it will only take this fellow an hour to pull everything together and file my claim. Hopefully I won't have to pay anything.
Drama on the Marge of Lake Lebarge
Iris survived last night's "hen", although she has bruises on her bum to show for it. I've written here before about these notorious hen parties that are organized by the graduating girls in Whitehorse. It's basically a big bush party about 45 minutes out of town (near the famous Lake Lebarge) where the grade 12 girls engage in a hazing ceremony. They paddle the grade 11 girls and any boys who show up. I strongly object to the whole thing, but it's a tradition that's been going on for at least 30 years, and while few parents agree with it, no one knows how to stop it. The police don't even try to keep it from happening, although they do set up check stops and confiscate any booze and drugs they find. Still, lots gets in.
There was no talking Iris out of going. So I did what I could to keep her safe...I drove her and her boyfriend out there (and made sure they weren't taking any liquor with them) and picked them up at the end of the evening. Iris was sober when I came back to get them...her boyfriend was stupid drunk. She said people kept plying him with liquor. He made a big scene on the way home - said he wanted me to just drop him off at some service station. God knows what he planned to do or where he planned to sleep. There was no reasoning with him. Anyway, I kept driving and we finally got him home (or close to home before he jumped out of my still moving vehicle!). I was not impressed. Iris deserves much better than this guy. Why can't she see that?
Anyway, we didn't make it back home until after 3 a.m. so I'm a bit bleary-eyed today. I even passed on going to my yoga class this morning, and it takes a lot for me to miss yoga.
I asked Iris if she had a good time. She said no. Alan went last year and he too said it was stupid. So why do these kids insist on going? Peer pressure? Is peer pressure that strong that a person would go to a party knowing they were going to get hit with a paddle? Iris says if you don't get paddled in grade 11 you can't paddle others once you're in grade 12. I asked her why she thinks she would get any pleasure from paddling others. She said it's a chance to spank people you don't like.
Obviously I've failed big time somewhere along the line. Sigh.
5:50:33 PM 
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