Love. Angel. Family. Jersey.: Part I*
So Friday went something like this: Ennui strikes (again!), realize that a certain someone is a big fat cocksucker, oh and my uncle died. My great-uncle who was BFF with my grandfather died**. Well hell. Guess where HB gets to go?? NEWARK (g-h-e-t-t-o) Ooh, lucky HB. So yeah, I’ve been chillin’ in Jersey for 24 hours sans alcohol (I also didn't swear alllll day. Which is a biggie for me. Well, at least not until the end of American Idol when I tried to vote and couldn't because the lines were busy. I said 'shit').
Anyway, I feel like I’ve been gone for like 3 weeks, but no, it was solely 24 paltry hours in which I realized that I kind of maybe sort of just a little bit, miss my family. Even despite the lack of alcohol. I even got to see Garrett, who is now sporting a beard. And it only took him a whole month to grow it. Congratulations G! You’re almost a man.
Oh, and guess where HB gets to go on Friday. Guess, guess! JERSEY. Because this is just the Best Week Ever and who doesn’t want to go to New Jersey twice in one week. But this time for my brother’s wedding. I’ve been directed, by my father, to bring a giant bottle of ye old Yellow Tail with me. So at least I’ve got that going for me.
Tonight if I can’t talk, it’s because I’m trying to get the vodka tonic to my lips as quickly as humanly possible. Like, if I can get in intravenously, then awesome. And not gonna lie, but a full two days without y’all kind of put me in withdrawal. I actually missed you! And even if you don’t realize it yet, you all missed me too.
*Part II will be after my brother’s wedding. It should be ummm…interesting…
**it really is sad though totally expected and yes I’m bummed, but too tired to be really serious.