merry drunkenness, everyone!
I was kind of dreading this holiday, if only because Christmas has truly lost its luster since I've gotten older. It didn't turn out as bad as I expected it to, though Christmas Eve was a fiasco as usual.
I actually have two uncles on my father's side. The reason I've never mentioned them in any journal for the past two years is because, well, I never see them. I see Uncle Mike and Uncle John (both are my godfathers, by the way) once a year on Christmas Eve. However, it's been about five years since my Uncle John has actually remembered seeing me. He's always drunk by the time we arrive at my grandparents' house. He's a babbling idiot that I haven't had respect for since I was a child. Mostly because I can't remember what he was like on nights when he was sober. Anyway, the point of me explaining this is because last night my two uncles got into a pretty heated argument at the dinner table. Uncle John is 44 and living with a miserable woman about twenty years his senior and a dying dog. Uncle Mike is 47 and still living with his parents. The two got into arguments, old grudges were brought up, jealousy was brought out into the open. And it ended with my drunken Uncle John leaving before dessert and gifts.
I hate family feuds. Last night I didn't like it at all, mostly because I'm on my Uncle Mike's side and I really didn't appreciate the things Uncle John was saying. Not only was he making comments about Mike but about my father as well. Sorry if my father turned out as the star of the trio of brothers. Anyway, after John left Mike let me drive around Princeton in his new car.... his year-old Hummer. God damn that thing is awesome. It doesn't drive any differently than my Altima, except that when I ran over a curb (due to its width) I didn't even feel it... and, to be honest, I wouldn't even have realized I'd hit it if the car wasn't tilted sideways. But yeah, we came back and opened gifts and whatnot. Thankfully my grandmother is realizing that I'm growing up and don't need all the gifts she usually buys me; instead I got $300 and the typical gifts I get every year from her.
This morning wasn't terrible either. I woke up to the sound of my phone alerting me of text messages... I had three by 9:30 am. I love my friends <3. We had breakfast, opened gifts. I got a CD player for my car (score!), a bunch of DVDs, and some clothes that I picked out and my mom paid for. I honestly think I'm happier with more low-key Christmases where I don't get any huge gifts that I'm not expecting. Because I think I enjoyed it more when my parents opened my gift to them than when I opened their gifts to me.
I actually have two uncles on my father's side. The reason I've never mentioned them in any journal for the past two years is because, well, I never see them. I see Uncle Mike and Uncle John (both are my godfathers, by the way) once a year on Christmas Eve. However, it's been about five years since my Uncle John has actually remembered seeing me. He's always drunk by the time we arrive at my grandparents' house. He's a babbling idiot that I haven't had respect for since I was a child. Mostly because I can't remember what he was like on nights when he was sober. Anyway, the point of me explaining this is because last night my two uncles got into a pretty heated argument at the dinner table. Uncle John is 44 and living with a miserable woman about twenty years his senior and a dying dog. Uncle Mike is 47 and still living with his parents. The two got into arguments, old grudges were brought up, jealousy was brought out into the open. And it ended with my drunken Uncle John leaving before dessert and gifts.
I hate family feuds. Last night I didn't like it at all, mostly because I'm on my Uncle Mike's side and I really didn't appreciate the things Uncle John was saying. Not only was he making comments about Mike but about my father as well. Sorry if my father turned out as the star of the trio of brothers. Anyway, after John left Mike let me drive around Princeton in his new car.... his year-old Hummer. God damn that thing is awesome. It doesn't drive any differently than my Altima, except that when I ran over a curb (due to its width) I didn't even feel it... and, to be honest, I wouldn't even have realized I'd hit it if the car wasn't tilted sideways. But yeah, we came back and opened gifts and whatnot. Thankfully my grandmother is realizing that I'm growing up and don't need all the gifts she usually buys me; instead I got $300 and the typical gifts I get every year from her.
This morning wasn't terrible either. I woke up to the sound of my phone alerting me of text messages... I had three by 9:30 am. I love my friends <3. We had breakfast, opened gifts. I got a CD player for my car (score!), a bunch of DVDs, and some clothes that I picked out and my mom paid for. I honestly think I'm happier with more low-key Christmases where I don't get any huge gifts that I'm not expecting. Because I think I enjoyed it more when my parents opened my gift to them than when I opened their gifts to me.