My Grandmother is a Lush
I had a pretty decent weekend.
Friday was all the regular stuff. Worked, visited my parents, went through my mail, picked up Jonathan, came home. Well, Gran and Uncle Russ had gone to Margarita's for dinner and had a few of the namesake, so they were feeling pretty good. Normally they just come home and watch TV and I had just gotten a bunch of new Magic cards so I was going to make a new deck, but - regular narrative interrupted. Gran pulls out a bottle of Greek liquor called Metaxa. I couldn't read the label, so I can only assume it contains the equivalent to soured licorice in a brandy base, which is to old ladies what catnip is to cats, apparently. Gran poured us each a shot, we toasted ("Oopa!"), and down the hatch it went. The warm and slippery substance hit my stomach not unlike Crown Royal, which is good only with a chaser of apple pucker (seriously, try it). That was my shot. I put a few Boddington's and Blue Moon in the fridge for me, while Jon, Uncle Russ and Gran kept the flow of Metaxa going. About a quarter of the way through the bottle, I decided I wanted to play cards. Seeming I was the only relatively sober one, I kicked ass in Rummy. Gran continued drinking and about 1/2 way though the bottle, Uncle Russ decides to introduce Jon to a special kind of Jose Cuervo, and the two started doing shots of tequila. I was good to get down 3 beers. I let Silly out and about, we messed with the bird for a while, and we chatted. When there was less than an inch left in the bottle, I went to bed. I was tired, Gran had that glazed look over her eyes, Jon was blushing, and Uncle Russ was telling us about past drug habits. Yeah... time for bed.
What I missed in the next hour was priceless. Gran read Jon the riot act regarding his intentions and ability to support me (I can support myself, thank you), then started loading everything from the kitchen table into her purse. She was absolutely convinced that she was out to eat at a restaurant. Uncle Russ got her to go to bed by telling her that the car was parked on the second floor of the parking garage (her bedroom is upstairs). By that time, she had polished off the bottle. Within an hour she was bowing to the porcelain alter. Ah, old retired folks do have the life. I wasn't that bad in college! :-)
Saturday was lazy. My cousin had a softbal tourney in town, so Jon and I walked over to the diamonds and went out to eat with my parents, aunt and uncle, and grandma and grandpa. It was a nice little afternoon. Plus, Julie and her team kicked butt. That evening was spent playing with Silly and watching various fliks.
Sunday, I cleaned. Laundry, vacuuming, picked up my room, swapped my summer and winter clothes in the closet... then the dishwasher died and it was one more thing to do. My big sister and her beau came over and we all sat down to dinner around 7:30. I was in some mood because everyone thinks my cat is this viscious beast, so I was pretty quiet and just continued cleaning. I ended the night reading and cuddling with Jon, which is pretty much the best feeling ever.
On another note, I think I'll have to ask my doctor about increasing my dose of the medication I'm on. Effexor XR, if you're interested. It's certainly a miracle drug for me, but the side-effects were awful, at first. They've since waned, but I'm afraid increasing the dose will bring them back. Plus, I hear coming off it is AWFUL. Basicly, you deny your brain the serotonin you've been giving it for however long. Sucks. The reason I think I need a higher dose is because my anxiety is returning. My depression is still there (latent), but my anxiety is getting difficult to control again. It wouldn't bother me, as I dealt with it for years, but now that I know how much better life is without anxiety running my actions, I would rather deal with the side-effects than continue this way. Sigh... Be thankful for your sanity.
Well, I'm off to work. I may go see Transformers tomorrow. Woot!
~*PEACE*~
Friday was all the regular stuff. Worked, visited my parents, went through my mail, picked up Jonathan, came home. Well, Gran and Uncle Russ had gone to Margarita's for dinner and had a few of the namesake, so they were feeling pretty good. Normally they just come home and watch TV and I had just gotten a bunch of new Magic cards so I was going to make a new deck, but - regular narrative interrupted. Gran pulls out a bottle of Greek liquor called Metaxa. I couldn't read the label, so I can only assume it contains the equivalent to soured licorice in a brandy base, which is to old ladies what catnip is to cats, apparently. Gran poured us each a shot, we toasted ("Oopa!"), and down the hatch it went. The warm and slippery substance hit my stomach not unlike Crown Royal, which is good only with a chaser of apple pucker (seriously, try it). That was my shot. I put a few Boddington's and Blue Moon in the fridge for me, while Jon, Uncle Russ and Gran kept the flow of Metaxa going. About a quarter of the way through the bottle, I decided I wanted to play cards. Seeming I was the only relatively sober one, I kicked ass in Rummy. Gran continued drinking and about 1/2 way though the bottle, Uncle Russ decides to introduce Jon to a special kind of Jose Cuervo, and the two started doing shots of tequila. I was good to get down 3 beers. I let Silly out and about, we messed with the bird for a while, and we chatted. When there was less than an inch left in the bottle, I went to bed. I was tired, Gran had that glazed look over her eyes, Jon was blushing, and Uncle Russ was telling us about past drug habits. Yeah... time for bed.
What I missed in the next hour was priceless. Gran read Jon the riot act regarding his intentions and ability to support me (I can support myself, thank you), then started loading everything from the kitchen table into her purse. She was absolutely convinced that she was out to eat at a restaurant. Uncle Russ got her to go to bed by telling her that the car was parked on the second floor of the parking garage (her bedroom is upstairs). By that time, she had polished off the bottle. Within an hour she was bowing to the porcelain alter. Ah, old retired folks do have the life. I wasn't that bad in college! :-)
Saturday was lazy. My cousin had a softbal tourney in town, so Jon and I walked over to the diamonds and went out to eat with my parents, aunt and uncle, and grandma and grandpa. It was a nice little afternoon. Plus, Julie and her team kicked butt. That evening was spent playing with Silly and watching various fliks.
Sunday, I cleaned. Laundry, vacuuming, picked up my room, swapped my summer and winter clothes in the closet... then the dishwasher died and it was one more thing to do. My big sister and her beau came over and we all sat down to dinner around 7:30. I was in some mood because everyone thinks my cat is this viscious beast, so I was pretty quiet and just continued cleaning. I ended the night reading and cuddling with Jon, which is pretty much the best feeling ever.
On another note, I think I'll have to ask my doctor about increasing my dose of the medication I'm on. Effexor XR, if you're interested. It's certainly a miracle drug for me, but the side-effects were awful, at first. They've since waned, but I'm afraid increasing the dose will bring them back. Plus, I hear coming off it is AWFUL. Basicly, you deny your brain the serotonin you've been giving it for however long. Sucks. The reason I think I need a higher dose is because my anxiety is returning. My depression is still there (latent), but my anxiety is getting difficult to control again. It wouldn't bother me, as I dealt with it for years, but now that I know how much better life is without anxiety running my actions, I would rather deal with the side-effects than continue this way. Sigh... Be thankful for your sanity.
Well, I'm off to work. I may go see Transformers tomorrow. Woot!
~*PEACE*~
