Life Experience
Well. Apparently my luck had been quite good yesterday...not only did I get the very last copy of The Wedding Date that the video store had in stock for rent, but Clara actually was able to come down and spend the night.
Oh. My. God.
First off, when she got there, Mom and Vicki (Claire's mom...she's really cool, she's been one of Mom's best friends since highschool...Clara was even Mom and Dad's flower girl at their wedding) started into what I needed to know for college. Now, mom and I had just had this conversation at Nordstrom's cafe that afternoon. Having my MOTHER ask me if I'd even been kissed while we were in a public place isn't something I want to have repeated, thank you very much. So, they started in on me about sex, and abstinance, and blah, blah blah. At this point, I went down to refill my glass of wine because it was becoming unbearable. And Clara kept egging mom on and would NOT get the hint to quit. Blah.
By the way, we were drinking (or rather, Dad, Dave, and I were drinking since Dad deemed this stuff too good for anyone else) this really, really REALLY expensive red wine that's the best thing that I've ever had in my mouth. Oh god it was wonderful. And it had a rather high alchohol content. Thankfully. Because I needed it for that conversation.
So I'm gulping this stuff down like it's water trying to numb myself to this crazy conversation that these people are attempting to have with me.
Then, it's time for dinner, a little more wine is consumed. So, now I'm up to 2 glasses.
We eat, we have dessert, we embarrass Claire (which I finally save her from) we get more and more rowdy, and then Dad breaks out the port. Now, when he brings the bottle to the table, it's practically full. I think, maybe not even down to the neck of the bottle practically full. So, Vicki, Dave, Dad, and Claire have some, and while Dad's up I drink half of his. We talk, more port is drunk to the point where about 1/4 of the bottle is gone. Now Dad decides that he's an old man and wants to go to bed, Dave goes downstairs to lie down on the couch, and Mom puts Becky to bed.
This leaves Claire, Vicki, and I with a bottle of port. Both Clara and Vicki were english majors, and I know enough to be able to hold my own (well, almost, if I wasn't fairly tipsy at the time) with them. So, Vicki asks us if we think that an author becomes well known because of the interpretations that is put upon their work, or because of the message that they have. Mind you, that's basically the question, because at this point Vicki gives me somebody's re-filled glass of port. This subject gets expanded into music, and we drunkenly debate, and go off on wide tangents. Claire keeps refilling everyone's port until I finally take the bottle away from her (this has to be about my 3rd glass at this point) and then I refill until Claire takes the bottle back, turns to me, and goes "You're entirely too lucid for this conversation, have some more to drink."
So all of this banter and drinking goes on until we realize that we've gone through the entire rest of the bottle of port. We're SO very schnockered at this point that we don't even care.
The group breaks up and we go and get ready for bed. Claire sleeps up in my room and I just curl up next to her because I've been so very stressed and so upset that I desperately need the comfort at this point. We have about a half hour of really drunken heart to heart ("Mai-Mai, have you ever come?") in which Claire insists upon calling me Mai-Mai in every sentence, which is little sister in chinese apparently.
--Anyone know how to actually spell that?? I'm just guessing here--
Anyhoo...the conversation continues along in that vein for a while until we finally fall asleep. Allow me to just say that Claire gets REALLY, REALLY different and philosophical when she's drunk. I've never seen her like this before, and she certainly has never been this open with me before.
So yes, that was Friday night. I wake up this morning, rather tired but surprisingly not hung over. So, as soon as I drag my carcass up out of bed, I immediately head for the coffee because I have to ride in a little while.
BAD IDEA.
Never, ever, EVER consume caffine with an empty, sensitive stomach. It leads you to feeling like crap and puking your guts into the wonderful porcelain god. Then, you become so dehydrated for the rest of the day that you have a splitting headache.
And I swear, I really wasn't hung over. It's all the coffee's fault.
In other news, I had my last riding lesson today, and I'm not going to see my boy for about another 2 months. I miss him already.
And, Mom had the grandparents here for dinner...learning from last night's lesson, I didn't consume MUCH alchohol...(what sane girl can refuse RUM I ask you?? Not I. But I only had one blueberry daquari) and I drank gallons of water. Which was good.
So yes, I then moved all of my dad's files off of this computer onto my little sister's since I'm taking this desktop to college with me for the first little bit until I decide what laptop to get.
And, that's about it. I'm quite tired, so I'm going to go to sleep. With any kind of luck, Mom will let me off some of the packing duty tomorrow so I can finally go see Liz. I technically saw her today, but she and her mom got into a fight when I got there, and I had to leave. So I really didn't get to do anything with her. And I'm NOT going to college without seeing her. So nyah.
But...anyway...good night.
Oh. My. God.
First off, when she got there, Mom and Vicki (Claire's mom...she's really cool, she's been one of Mom's best friends since highschool...Clara was even Mom and Dad's flower girl at their wedding) started into what I needed to know for college. Now, mom and I had just had this conversation at Nordstrom's cafe that afternoon. Having my MOTHER ask me if I'd even been kissed while we were in a public place isn't something I want to have repeated, thank you very much. So, they started in on me about sex, and abstinance, and blah, blah blah. At this point, I went down to refill my glass of wine because it was becoming unbearable. And Clara kept egging mom on and would NOT get the hint to quit. Blah.
By the way, we were drinking (or rather, Dad, Dave, and I were drinking since Dad deemed this stuff too good for anyone else) this really, really REALLY expensive red wine that's the best thing that I've ever had in my mouth. Oh god it was wonderful. And it had a rather high alchohol content. Thankfully. Because I needed it for that conversation.
So I'm gulping this stuff down like it's water trying to numb myself to this crazy conversation that these people are attempting to have with me.
Then, it's time for dinner, a little more wine is consumed. So, now I'm up to 2 glasses.
We eat, we have dessert, we embarrass Claire (which I finally save her from) we get more and more rowdy, and then Dad breaks out the port. Now, when he brings the bottle to the table, it's practically full. I think, maybe not even down to the neck of the bottle practically full. So, Vicki, Dave, Dad, and Claire have some, and while Dad's up I drink half of his. We talk, more port is drunk to the point where about 1/4 of the bottle is gone. Now Dad decides that he's an old man and wants to go to bed, Dave goes downstairs to lie down on the couch, and Mom puts Becky to bed.
This leaves Claire, Vicki, and I with a bottle of port. Both Clara and Vicki were english majors, and I know enough to be able to hold my own (well, almost, if I wasn't fairly tipsy at the time) with them. So, Vicki asks us if we think that an author becomes well known because of the interpretations that is put upon their work, or because of the message that they have. Mind you, that's basically the question, because at this point Vicki gives me somebody's re-filled glass of port. This subject gets expanded into music, and we drunkenly debate, and go off on wide tangents. Claire keeps refilling everyone's port until I finally take the bottle away from her (this has to be about my 3rd glass at this point) and then I refill until Claire takes the bottle back, turns to me, and goes "You're entirely too lucid for this conversation, have some more to drink."
So all of this banter and drinking goes on until we realize that we've gone through the entire rest of the bottle of port. We're SO very schnockered at this point that we don't even care.
The group breaks up and we go and get ready for bed. Claire sleeps up in my room and I just curl up next to her because I've been so very stressed and so upset that I desperately need the comfort at this point. We have about a half hour of really drunken heart to heart ("Mai-Mai, have you ever come?") in which Claire insists upon calling me Mai-Mai in every sentence, which is little sister in chinese apparently.
--Anyone know how to actually spell that?? I'm just guessing here--
Anyhoo...the conversation continues along in that vein for a while until we finally fall asleep. Allow me to just say that Claire gets REALLY, REALLY different and philosophical when she's drunk. I've never seen her like this before, and she certainly has never been this open with me before.
So yes, that was Friday night. I wake up this morning, rather tired but surprisingly not hung over. So, as soon as I drag my carcass up out of bed, I immediately head for the coffee because I have to ride in a little while.
BAD IDEA.
Never, ever, EVER consume caffine with an empty, sensitive stomach. It leads you to feeling like crap and puking your guts into the wonderful porcelain god. Then, you become so dehydrated for the rest of the day that you have a splitting headache.
And I swear, I really wasn't hung over. It's all the coffee's fault.
In other news, I had my last riding lesson today, and I'm not going to see my boy for about another 2 months. I miss him already.
And, Mom had the grandparents here for dinner...learning from last night's lesson, I didn't consume MUCH alchohol...(what sane girl can refuse RUM I ask you?? Not I. But I only had one blueberry daquari) and I drank gallons of water. Which was good.
So yes, I then moved all of my dad's files off of this computer onto my little sister's since I'm taking this desktop to college with me for the first little bit until I decide what laptop to get.
And, that's about it. I'm quite tired, so I'm going to go to sleep. With any kind of luck, Mom will let me off some of the packing duty tomorrow so I can finally go see Liz. I technically saw her today, but she and her mom got into a fight when I got there, and I had to leave. So I really didn't get to do anything with her. And I'm NOT going to college without seeing her. So nyah.
But...anyway...good night.