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So, it's my birthday today and Monday is not an especially great day for it, but there it is. I woke up this morning and looked out the window to see the day, cool and cloudy, not too windy and not too rainy. The kind of day that makes music and coffee feel like they're just for you. I don't really have anyone to share them with, so I do the next best thing and hoard them to myself, like a dragon's bed. It's my favorite kind of day, so I'll accept that as natures gift to me.
I went to a Thanksgiving thing held by a friend last night, and it's Sunday night so I'm the driver, which I'm good with because I'm going to have to leave the earliest but nobody else wants to drive to the place. Actually, that makes me the designated driver, so I'm on my best behavior.
I guess here's my disclaimer. I talk a lot about my screw-ups firstly because they're more amusing, but also because I don't expect a cookie for not lighting things on fire. But, yeah, if I say that I'm the designated driver, that means that I'm specifically not planning on getting drunk. Having one of the people dependent on me for a ride continuously come up and say things like, "I know it, you're going to get drunk, then I'm going to be super pissed." or, "Don't you dare get drunk!" is both surreal and actually, very frustrating. Especially when I've been sober all night and he just gets increasingly hammered.
The title, such as it is, comes from an interesting dichotomy between this particular get together, holidays with my family, and the almost-expected sitcom-style inversion of the ideal holiday dinner. You see, for all that my family has fragmented over the last few years, we've always been constantly civil and our holiday gatherings are always genuinely pleasant, if very low key. This was a lot rowdier, with some weird setups and more drunks. I guess if there was a sitcom holiday in my cards, it's gonna be the ones with my friends and not with the relatives. Those are weird in a totally different way.
Yeah, I had a great time. I like my friends. I liked the other guests and, hey, the food was good. Enjoy a night out and try not to freak out.
I went to a Thanksgiving thing held by a friend last night, and it's Sunday night so I'm the driver, which I'm good with because I'm going to have to leave the earliest but nobody else wants to drive to the place. Actually, that makes me the designated driver, so I'm on my best behavior.
I guess here's my disclaimer. I talk a lot about my screw-ups firstly because they're more amusing, but also because I don't expect a cookie for not lighting things on fire. But, yeah, if I say that I'm the designated driver, that means that I'm specifically not planning on getting drunk. Having one of the people dependent on me for a ride continuously come up and say things like, "I know it, you're going to get drunk, then I'm going to be super pissed." or, "Don't you dare get drunk!" is both surreal and actually, very frustrating. Especially when I've been sober all night and he just gets increasingly hammered.
The title, such as it is, comes from an interesting dichotomy between this particular get together, holidays with my family, and the almost-expected sitcom-style inversion of the ideal holiday dinner. You see, for all that my family has fragmented over the last few years, we've always been constantly civil and our holiday gatherings are always genuinely pleasant, if very low key. This was a lot rowdier, with some weird setups and more drunks. I guess if there was a sitcom holiday in my cards, it's gonna be the ones with my friends and not with the relatives. Those are weird in a totally different way.
Yeah, I had a great time. I like my friends. I liked the other guests and, hey, the food was good. Enjoy a night out and try not to freak out.
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