Tag Team

I imagine you won't be shocked to hear that I drank too much yesterday...partly because, duh, it was a family function, and partly because the mass was at 12 and the party didn't start until 5 but we (L and J, the kids, my parents and I) all hung out there for those hours in between. That is, the party--for me-- started at 1 o'clock or so and didn't end until 11. Yikes. 1o hours of drinking will catch up with anyone I suppose... (Guess we're doing tag team drinking this weekend.) (Trick or drink? How fun is that?)

So those plans to do laundry early and get out there for my artist's date are on hold. For now, I'm in my fleece hoodie robe, watching TV. My first cup of coffee was enough; instead of a second cup of coffee I boiled water for Ramen noodles that are now steeping. (Recently my hangover remedy has shifted from greasy fast food to salty chicken soup of some kind.) In fact, they should be ready, let me go eat them...

I'm back. Yum. In a couple hours I should be back to normal.

Back to the confirmation. The church was packed. People were standing in the side aisles and in the foyer. I saw former classmates--some parents of kids making their confirmation, still residents of my home town, and some visiting as aunts and uncles of kids in the class. When everyone was milling about after the mass, looking for their respective kids, I did my best to avoid those classmates. My 25th high school reunion is Thanksgiving weekend; I will avoid them then too.

My last reunion inspired a chapter in my novel called Douche Bags. Why would I put myself in that situation again? I'm sure you've heard me go off about living in a world where people are judged, where their worth is measured, by houses and spouses. In my hometown that's particularly true. So, I'm all set with that. I'd rather go out by myself for an Outback special.

Hmm. That sounds good. Maybe that's what I'll do later when I can get myself off the couch. I'll go to the bookstore and take myself out for the 6 ounce--$10--Outback special. I think I've got that in the budget. Thanksgiving weekend I'll figure out something else to do instead of stand around with old classmates for whom it will be a challenge not to give away their confusion or pity when I say I am not married and have no kids, who won't know what else to talk about.

Hope you enjoyed your rainy night in. Did you make soup? More importantly, did you hear from M?...

Love you, Barb