Jul 10, 2007 07:57
My parents always offer me a drink when they are drinking. We often have wine at dinner. We often have vodka before dinner. I've drunk more alcohol, more regularly, living with them over the past month and a half than I have at any other point in my life (typically I drink quite rarely). Yet while searching through my kitchen things for the cloth napkins, my mother saw the corkscrew there and shook her head, saying, "surely you don't need that!"
I had a creepy dream last night about Ed, Alice, and David. There was a car chase and elaborate subterfuge. Alice and I were trying to get to Egypt.