L has been invited for a day of Eurovision fun with B, K, T and a bunch of what she suspects will be older people like family friends and, of course, T's friends. Maybe H will even show up but she so rarely leaves the house these days L wouldn't place any kind of money on it. L wouldn't mind going if she knew people like A or J would be there and she could laugh and drink raki with them, but they haven't been invited. L feels like she would just be crashing a family affair, like the twins' last birthday. And she doesn't even like Eurovision.
Ah well. She'll just have to follow (or precede) it with one of those nights where it seems like a brilliant idea to go buy a tub of ice-cream in Coles and eat the whole thing (before you've paid for it) while perusing the aisles and knocking over the Chupa Chup displays.
It might make the whole thing bearable.
