Today is the two year anniversary of my brother's death. I was getting hung up last year on 'it was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving' and not paying attention to the actual date. I started to do the same thing this year and realized, no wait, it was the 23rd. So here it is. Yay. Whee. Fuck it. I miss you brother. I don't miss your bitch ass wife or the shit she did sometimes to you, but I miss you.
The kid has been at work since 4. Poor kid.
I went to my friend's house for Thanksgiving yesterday. I was planning on being broody and mopey. Instead I had fun and got home at 1:30am. I am also sure my mouth ran over time but I can only remember half of it. Good?
And I am not an alcoholic, I am an advanced drinker. Yeah. Sure.
We went through a bottle of wine, ok, *I* went through a bottle of wine. Then between three of us two bottles of vodka. In about 8 hours. But you know what? I had fun and that's all that matters at the end of the day. I asked the kid earlier in the day 'what did I do last year?' and her answer was 'mope'. So fine, I didn't mope. Happy?
God I have a hangover.
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