My weekend. Went to a surprise 40th birthday party for a friend; a social group I don’t see much anymore, from a school my kids used to go to. The birthday girl was surprised in a bad way, but seemed to make up for this with a lotta margaritas. Her husband is one of those […]
Went to a surprise 40th birthday party for a friend; a social group I don’t see much anymore, from a school my kids used to go to. The birthday girl was surprised in a bad way, but seemed to make up for this with a lotta margaritas. Her husband is one of those guys I really like for no reason I can put a finger on; he’s just a warm-hearted, loving guy. He’s the one I picked up ‘my love‘ from, so if you’ve ever heard me say that, it’s courtesy of Benjamin. And I never use it when I don’t mean it.
I can’t exactly tell why this couple is together; he’s one of us, us dirty-minded womanizing types, where his wife is such a barbie doll that I think she’s all smooth molded plastic between the legs. But they have a great home, a sweet little girl who’s growing up much less shallow than I expected. I like them, even if I don’t really need to seem them more than a couple times a year.
So I wound up at this party, drinking those cheap slurpy-margaritas from a machine, which I began spiking with extra cheap tequila ’til they were pretty much all tequila. I sort of lost count how many I had. I then switched to some cheap merlot in big-ass tumblers. There were some party games, the ones where you pass an object clenched between chin and neck. The kinda games that are purely an excuse for groping. Too bad there’s no hot tub at this house.
The night gets blurry after that, though I seem to have bruises on my knuckles. I’m wondering how that happened.
Sunday dawned with an awesome hangover, which continued to get worse rather than better; eventually it became obvious I had some sort of food poisoning as well as the after-effects of way too much bad booze. Though there was a high point; the series finale of Six Feet Under which, all thinks considered, was a good wrap-up for this show. Like the show itself, it was inspired but uneven, incredibly well acted, and thought-provoking. The closing montage was fabulous.
I need a lot more sleep though. I think I got maybe six hours over the entire weekend. I’m thinking I’ll spend Tuesday completely unconscious.