How clean is your house?"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
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Want a clean house?My sweetheart and I are both fairly mature (read: well past student age) individuals, with responsible jobs, and own our own home. However, we both have somewhat laissez-faire attitudes regarding domestic upkeep, which means that our place often looks as if it has been inhabited by a pack of wolverines. Wolverines with excellent taste in furniture and quite nice kitchen appliances, but wolverines nonetheless.
We have adapted to this relative character defect with a simple expedient: Throw a party. This may sound counter-intuitive, but it works quite well. Once things get trashy enough to arouse a sufficient amount of distaste, we simply choose a date about two weeks out, and invite our friends over, or, if things are REALLY desperate, our parents. Because we're of an age where "parties" are relatively classy affairs with wineglasses and canapes rather than student bashes, that means that we have to engage in a frantic top-to-bottom clean of the entire place in order to have things ship-shape for guests.
The incredibly brilliant thing is that most of our guests bring a nice bottle of spirits or wine, so we also throw parties when our liquor cabinet is looking a bit shabby, too.
(, Mon 29 Mar 2010, 7:41, 2 replies)
I'm a 30 something and have just reached the student / adult party thresholdI've moved on from drugs, DJ's and dancing to wine and finger food, Next stop 40 something wife swapping parties and art galleries
(, Mon 29 Mar 2010, 13:17, closed)
The transition is a difficult one.I remember the first time I had a party that didn't end up with me finding someone I barely knew passed out on the floor the next morning, questionable items in my sinks, and towels covered in Mystery Stains. I vividly remember a party where we soaked tissue paper in grain alcohol and then tossed it off a balcony--the rapid combustion meant that the grass below was only slightly charred the next day.
Now, we are usually wrapping up no later than midnight or one, and we play parlour games. PARLOUR GAMES.
I don't know whether to be ashamed, or accept the inevitable.
(, Tue 30 Mar 2010, 7:13, closed)
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