...contest of strength...
I had quite an unusual night.
It was my brother's 21st birthday. I bought him a few drinks before a family dinner. Luck was straddling me tonight, it seems, for the guy who served my my first shot did not know what a shot was and gave me a double, AND THEN he forgot he gave me the shot in the first place and gave me another. I even tried to protest and tell him he had already serviced me...He would have none of it. I had three shots and a beer before my family arrived.
We ate dinner.
My father took my brother and I to a bar that his friend owns. We proceed to get plastered. Shots, beers...people we don't even know buy us a round, because I am sure to point out to everyone it's my brother's 21st...how else are you going to get free drinks?
After all of this my brother, father, and I go to my brother's apartment and we proceed to bond over a long time habit.
A first.
We arm wrestle. My brother looses to my father. I win, but only because I have the strength to hold him and wait for his old-man-strength to wear thin. The older it gets, it seems, the more strength it have...but it's stamina weakens by an equivalent variable...thus you only have to wait out the elders.
I won.
Despite my placing my father's wrist to the surface of the coffee table that divided us, I called it a draw. Whatever.
I think, though, that I may have earned a new bit of respect from my father this night. I held my liquor (out drinking both members of my family) well enough for him to trust me to drive home and not my brother. I beat him in a contest of strength when he has always believed that my brother was stronger than me. Two contests won by the pussy child.
Triumph for all the underestimated.
I'm even sober enough to write this journal entry, and, though I have forgotten the exact number of shots and beers I had, I do know that I had at least one of the following:
Whiskey
Tequila.
Sour Apple.
Blow job.
..and I remember the sour apple shot showing up twice. I think the blow job was once and the tequila came twice...maybe four whiskeys all together...and 2 to 3 beers...
I am quite sorry to the friends I told I'd hang out with, but as you can see I ended up with family till 1:30 in the AM. I tried to call both of you, but for the first, there was no answer and for the second your mother answered...So, I tried, but failed. Sorry, sorry, sorry...but I don't think I'd change things. I had fun tonight.
...And...despite some negative feed-back,...I still love You. Please come see me before I have to work today. I have a question for you...I only hope I remember it...
I'm far too spent.
-Guppy
It was my brother's 21st birthday. I bought him a few drinks before a family dinner. Luck was straddling me tonight, it seems, for the guy who served my my first shot did not know what a shot was and gave me a double, AND THEN he forgot he gave me the shot in the first place and gave me another. I even tried to protest and tell him he had already serviced me...He would have none of it. I had three shots and a beer before my family arrived.
We ate dinner.
My father took my brother and I to a bar that his friend owns. We proceed to get plastered. Shots, beers...people we don't even know buy us a round, because I am sure to point out to everyone it's my brother's 21st...how else are you going to get free drinks?
After all of this my brother, father, and I go to my brother's apartment and we proceed to bond over a long time habit.
A first.
We arm wrestle. My brother looses to my father. I win, but only because I have the strength to hold him and wait for his old-man-strength to wear thin. The older it gets, it seems, the more strength it have...but it's stamina weakens by an equivalent variable...thus you only have to wait out the elders.
I won.
Despite my placing my father's wrist to the surface of the coffee table that divided us, I called it a draw. Whatever.
I think, though, that I may have earned a new bit of respect from my father this night. I held my liquor (out drinking both members of my family) well enough for him to trust me to drive home and not my brother. I beat him in a contest of strength when he has always believed that my brother was stronger than me. Two contests won by the pussy child.
Triumph for all the underestimated.
I'm even sober enough to write this journal entry, and, though I have forgotten the exact number of shots and beers I had, I do know that I had at least one of the following:
Whiskey
Tequila.
Sour Apple.
Blow job.
..and I remember the sour apple shot showing up twice. I think the blow job was once and the tequila came twice...maybe four whiskeys all together...and 2 to 3 beers...
I am quite sorry to the friends I told I'd hang out with, but as you can see I ended up with family till 1:30 in the AM. I tried to call both of you, but for the first, there was no answer and for the second your mother answered...So, I tried, but failed. Sorry, sorry, sorry...but I don't think I'd change things. I had fun tonight.
...And...despite some negative feed-back,...I still love You. Please come see me before I have to work today. I have a question for you...I only hope I remember it...
I'm far too spent.
-Guppy