Well its 5 pm now and the USV boys are coming round in just abt an hour's time for some pizza party..Didi's going in NS on 9 Oct and this is a farewell-party (too early actually) and a post-wedding party (kinda overdue) for the band. Ever since we left off at recording a few mths back, never really had another jamming session..
What's on today's menu:
- Nachos and dip
- Spaghetti
- Chicken Wings
- Pizza
- Possibly garlic bread
- Bailey's Irish Cream for a sweet dessert (or rather, an excuse for dessert)
I'm contemplating catching PM's Nat'l Day rally on tv but doubt the boys would dig it...haha.
On another note, I was thinking about the cost of procreation, and even that of non-procreation just over lunch just now. (I know, what a topic).
I figured that there is some economics involved in getting married. First, there's a probability that in consumating your love, the sperm actually meets the egg and you get your first-born child. That entails a lifelong worth of diapers, clothes, food, education for the new being in your life.
On the other hand, in an effort to avoid bearing these costs, a couple would have to bring in the use of contraceptions. The easiest one being the good ol' condom. I'm not sure if you guys actually know about the prices of condoms, but a Durex pack of 12 costs $12 plus, if I'm not mistaken.
So, depending of the intensity of your uh-hum, you can actually spend a couple of tens each month on condoms alone. I'm assuming that condoms are the cheapest form of physical contraception. Of course, there's rhythm method which entails you to be aware of your cycles and all, but I'm just not up for that.
Hence, my conclusion is that in our modern society, the correlation between getting married and (non-)procreation has it numbers involved too. And in case married couples don't give it any thought, getting married could easily equate to having a kid or two. Or three.
That could financially land you in a pretty tight spot..especially if you entered marriage not knowing what to expect.
At this point, I'd like to disclaim that this seriously odd post is just a spin off, inspired by what one of my colleagues was saying the other day, that there are no accidents when it comes to procreation, you just get careless.
That makes a lot of sense, don't you think?