Pranks and Parties, and a few Potatoes

No prank this year actually. I just couldn’t top last year’s, and if I’d tried no one would have believed me anyways. But Randy came up with the title for today’s post, and it’s a good one, so it’s sticking.

The party was a housewarming party for Ziv and Tim. Ziv’s actually lived there a while, but Tim just moved in so they had a party. They’ll have another after Easter since this one rocked. Ziv had made home-made tzatziki and was practically force-feeding it to everyone, and then we started salsa-ing. Really drunk salsaing. Or in my case getting spun around. There’s a line in terms of drinking that has been set at the PV institute. It was set by this lady, Florence, who’s just about done her PhD now. At the year-end party she got ridiculously drunk (which is easy for her, because she’s this tiny little Chinese woman). My supervisor, Stuart, took the same taxi home with her, to make sure she’d be okay. She threw up all over him. So the line: puking on your supervisor.

Today Ziv and Roland and I went to a picnic in Centenial Park and played some cricket. After the picnic, we went to Bondi junction for free food. A strange thing in Australia: a lot of things close at 6pm. Including malls on Sundays. And their food courts. So at 6pm on Sundays, all the food stores just give away their excess food. We scored some turkey sandwiches and baked potatoes. Yes. Baked Potatoes. I think the highlight of my weekend was looking into that bag of still-warm baked potatoes, and then Ziv picking up a giant potato and biting into it. He ate over half of it. I’ve got mine for hash browns tomorrow. We need to get our technique down though. We were waiting for the free sushi. We saw the owners leave, and leave the left-over sushi on the counter. We weren’t sure if they were coming back though, so we waited 5 minutes. Then these other people came in a did a rounds of the court - they took the two full bags of baked potatoes, the two bags of sushi, and took off. Next week we’re going to beat them to the sushi! I’ll keep you posted on how it works out.

One Response to “Pranks and Parties, and a few Potatoes”

  1. Dad Says:

    For people that have forgotten that Martha was indeed engaged in Ghana last Easter please read on…. (reprinted without permission)

    Hello all,

    So I have a rather interesting story for you all. School ended on Thrusday
    last week, and I was invited to one of the teacher’s home villages for the
    weekend, so I thought, you know, what the heck. I’ll go. Easter in a village, let’s see what it’s like.

    So. Mr. Mensah is from near Kumasi, between Kumasi and Bobiri. We took a trotro on Friday and arrived at the junction in mid-afternoon. We had to walk several kilometers in to get to the village, but that was cool. Got there before dark.

    Pretty much no one spoke english, so I didn’t know what was going on a lot of the time, but everyone was very pleased to meet me. Mr. Mensah’s mother kissed me and was talking to me in some sort of Akan language, and we all ate dinner out of the same bowl, which was neat. After eating they did some drumming and dancing in the village, and drinking of palm wine or local gin or something (I didn’t have any - both are rather gross, from past experience), they made me dance with them, and at the end of it all I was given a chicken. Yup. A real, live, clucking, breathing chicken of my very own. I dunno.

    As we’re heading to bed, Mr. Mensah says “You know we’re engaged now, right?” I figure he’s joking, so I laugh. And he’s like “No, no, you took the chicken!
    We’re engaged!” What? Is this for real? Gimme a break! So I’m a little freaked out. I’m not getting married, no, that’s final. No,no,no. Forget it. Okay, he says, we’ll sort it our tomorrow.

    I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t speak the language, I am so confused! But I go to bed (don’t actually sleep), next morning stuff happens, I don’t know what’s going on, don’t understand what people are saying, but things seem normal for the most part. Ask Mr. Mensah the next afternoon if we are still engaged and he’s like “Yes, but I’m working on it.” Yeah right. Freaked out.
    Exhausted. Just want to go home. So I decided to leave. I pick up my bag to go to the toilet, and just leave. I walked all the way back to the main road, started walking in the direction of Kumasi, and after a few hours manage to catch a trotro into the city. It was late then, and dark, it was a little scary, but I managed to get a trotro back to Accra. I arrived back in Accra around 5 am, and from Accra central headed home and passed out on my bed.

    So yeah. That was my Easter. Not sure what’s going to happen when I see Mr. Mensah at school next, but I’m leaving the country soon, so really don’t have to deal with it. It’s not like I’m married, and it’s not like I’d take it seriously if I was.

    Okay. That’s the news from Ghana. Gah! I will see you all soon. I miss normal men!

    Love Martha

    Trotro slogan of the week: “Pentecost Fire”


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