Daddy birthday stuff
I certainly don't want to jinx myself but it seems the celebrations for my dad's 60th are finishing on a better note than they started. Saturday was hell and the weirdest thing is I don't even know why. He got drunk and stupid and usually my mom takes it okay (or as well as you can) but this time she just broke down. I know she's not in the best psychological state right now but it was really scary to see her like that (not that it was the first time or anything but still). Anyway, not a fun day at all but it was all over on Sunday. There was a lot of ignoring and awkward silences but at least we all managed to be civil to each other.
Yesterday was his actual birthday and we celebrated with a quiet dinner at home. I got really annoyed at my mother when she asked me to call my brother to remind him to wish my dad a happy birthday and I got a "Sorry, this number is no longer in service" message. The only thing she found to say as I was all freaking out that something had happened to him was "Oh, I know, it's been like that for a few days. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dialling wrong." Fuck, next time, just tell me that the phone is disconnected before I start picturing my little brother lying in a ditch somewhere. The good news is Boris did call. I was so amazed that he remembered that I felt a little bit light-headed. The drama machine didn't need more fuel so good job, bro!
Tonight is Daddy's time (yet again) as we're going to the restaurant to celebrate. I'm quite excited as it will be my first time eating at that particular restaurant and it's supposed to be pretty good. I heard it might be the best place in town.
In non-birthday related news, I went to see La môme yesterday with my mom. The reviews are all excellent and I fell in love with Marion Cotillard after A very long engagement so I really wanted to see it. I didn't realize that there would be so many old people though. I guess I should have thought about it as most young people probably don't give two fucks about Piaf. I hate rude people at the movies, they drive me insane. Why is it that it's usually old people who are rude? Is it because they assume it's okay and that nobody is going to call them on it? I mean, dude, they're old, they've deserved the right to do whatever the heck they want, right? Argh, anyway, moving on. The movie was good. I thought the first part wasn't as touching and /or interesting as the end but it was still pretty good. Cotillard does deserve the praise she's getting. She's absolutely mind-blowing. I have a giant crush on her, I admit it. But, man, she's sweet and she looks like a real girl and she seems so down to earth.
I've been trying to find a way to end this post for 15 minutes and it's not working. The only other thing I can think of that I want to put on here is that I finally managed to get through that stupid rock-climbing part of POP. Woohoo, I can finally start the game!