bad timing

Friday was a bit challenging for me, because one of my students had to do her second concert in a row, means I had to pick her up at school, bring her to the music hall and then back home after the concert. Her mum had to work until evening, and I for myself would not want a twelve year old to ride around alone by bus, in a town the girl does not live in. What does that usually mean? NO ONE is doing diner! Unbefuckinglievable! the teenies would cry. Hard luck, that one would come from hubby. So when hubby came home and enlightened me he had decided on doing a pizza party Friday evening, a few friends of him joining us (him) to watch the soccer games, I cheered, threw confetti and fled from the living room, to avoid the next match on TV which already was in full swing. To me soccer is boring. There are few interesting players, like Suarez (never mix up Uruk-hai and Uruguay), but the rest of them is boring. The game is even more boring, but everybody is watching it, you can follow thecourse of the game from the outside. Sitting in the garden is no fun anymore, because all you´ll hear are the never-ending whooping screams or cries of frustration. Even the birds have ceased the evening songs, too dominating is the noise of tellies and the viewers watching the soccer matches. Besides, some of the neighbours must have stored the vuvuzelas from the last soccer World Cup in South Africa, to unpack them for the new tournament. Annoying!
So Friday morning hubby spent with shopping groceries: tomato purée, different sorts of cheese, onions, olives, tuna, anchovies...my kitchen was a battleground. I poured me a cup of coffee, drowned it in one go not without burning my tongue, but there was no place to put the cup down for a while, and left willingly afterwards, for I already knew who´d have to do the bigpart of the cleaning. I came back home at seven. Not much had changed, the kitchen still was a battleground, only add spilled tomato sauce and other pizza ingredients to the mess. The smell of pizza pervaded the air, but otherwise it was surprisingly quiet in the house, at a time hubby´s guests should sit in front of the TV, rooting for the team of their choice. But no, the guests sat in the garden, sullenly chewing their pizzas, occasionally raising their glass respectively the beer bottle to each other. Hubby was already clearing away the plates, looking rather miffed. I grabbed my pizza and turned on the TV, to look over the program. What I did find was a lot of crime fiction. What I did not find was a soccer game. Hubby had chosen the first day without play in two weeks for his pizza party, therefore the subdued mood of the guests. What a bummer!