Monday, November 03, 2003
Drunk
I'm trying to remember if I had a previously entry entitled worst day ever. I'm not online at the moment so I have renamed this to drunk.
So we woke up early for the second day in a row to go fishing. Exactly like yesterday, we caught no fish, it was windy and rainy. Really I didn't care much. It was nice just being out there. I liked paddling the canoe.
We stopped off at the liquor store so that Dad in law could get another bottle of brandy because he finished his bottle from yesterday.
We got home and Dad in law tried to tell me that "Blinded by the Light" was by Steve Miller Band because it said so on his pirated mp3. Please. He believes that Amazon is incorrect. Yah. I can tell I am arguing with a fool.
So after hours of badgering me, he makes reservations at this Italian place down the street. Its a classy place. He decides to put on a collared shirt a suit jacket and his boxers, "This is how I am going." Super. That should be fun. So we get there and its like a David Lynch movie. A band is playing. Tequila is the song. It doesn't seem very Italian to me. Oh well. I can't hear my self think. And the place is filled with grey haired New Yorkers that come down when the weather is cold. They are called "Snowbirds".
The food is very rich. Even the salad has meat in it. I can barely eat half of my entire' Its lasagna but not very good.
Three half carafes of wine later, Dad in law is arguing about the bill with his wife. He pays the bill, stiffs the waitress. I want to give something extra to the waitress and I wonder if that is enabling. I decide that it is.
I want to go home because Dad in law is very drunk. He dances by himself and dances with his wife. mrs. mice and I don't feel much like dancing though we are the only ones apparently. The band is playing some slow dance.
We finally get into the car. Dad in law wants to go play pool. No one else wants to. He calls us all pussies and bastards. He says when the bad is really jamming you gotta show your appreciation or else they won't play anymore.
He says we should go bowling and when no one wants to do that he says we should all go to church and pray. Yeah I'm sure they'd love that at 11pm.
We get home and Mrs. mice and I talk about it. Now she is asleep and I can't sleep. This whole week f***ing sucks.
I want to go home now.
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We stopped off at the liquor store so that Dad in law could get another bottle of brandy because he finished his bottle from yesterday.
We got home and Dad in law tried to tell me that "Blinded by the Light" was by Steve Miller Band because it said so on his pirated mp3. Please. He believes that Amazon is incorrect. Yah. I can tell I am arguing with a fool.
So after hours of badgering me, he makes reservations at this Italian place down the street. Its a classy place. He decides to put on a collared shirt a suit jacket and his boxers, "This is how I am going." Super. That should be fun. So we get there and its like a David Lynch movie. A band is playing. Tequila is the song. It doesn't seem very Italian to me. Oh well. I can't hear my self think. And the place is filled with grey haired New Yorkers that come down when the weather is cold. They are called "Snowbirds".
The food is very rich. Even the salad has meat in it. I can barely eat half of my entire' Its lasagna but not very good.
Three half carafes of wine later, Dad in law is arguing about the bill with his wife. He pays the bill, stiffs the waitress. I want to give something extra to the waitress and I wonder if that is enabling. I decide that it is.
I want to go home because Dad in law is very drunk. He dances by himself and dances with his wife. mrs. mice and I don't feel much like dancing though we are the only ones apparently. The band is playing some slow dance.
We finally get into the car. Dad in law wants to go play pool. No one else wants to. He calls us all pussies and bastards. He says when the bad is really jamming you gotta show your appreciation or else they won't play anymore.
He says we should go bowling and when no one wants to do that he says we should all go to church and pray. Yeah I'm sure they'd love that at 11pm.
We get home and Mrs. mice and I talk about it. Now she is asleep and I can't sleep. This whole week f***ing sucks.
I want to go home now.
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