This is going to huuuurrrrrttttt tomorrow.

[weaselmom]

Egad, I am tanked to the gills. You have to understand that I seldom drink, and even more rarely do I drink to excess. But tonight we were finally able to take K & C out for a belated birthday dinner for C, who is always in Kansas on his actual birthday. I had warned everyone in advance that S would be our designated driver, noble and self-sacrificing soul that he is, so the three of us were free to get legless. I dragged everyone to Luau Polynesian Lounge up by Green Lake because the food is great and the drinks (especially the Zombie Bowl for Two) are lethal. In fact, I think the three of us were half in the bag after the first bowl, and we had what--3? 4? total. After a pu-pu platter, entrees, and desserts, we waddled back to K & C's to decompress. They are inches away from the big move to KS, and I am still trying so hard to be the supportive, helpful, compassionate SuperFriend. Come Wednesday or Thursday, whichever day sees the wagon train roll out, I will be a blubbering mess.

On the way home, thanks to the inhibition-lowering effects of rum drinks, I was able to work out a 10-day-old conflict that had scabbed over between S and me. He is going out of town Wednesday at the crack of dawn, leaving me alone during a terrible time of year, a time of loss and grief, and I wanted to clear the air about our issues. I don't want him to go away with anything still hanging between us.

I dread Tuesday morning because I know I am going to have a hangover measuring 7.1 on the Richter scale. It was mostly worth it, although I didn't lower my inhibitions enough to tell K & C all the things I want to say. I guess that's why the good Lord created pen and paper. But anyone who reads this thing should be aware that I will be wibbling here for days.

Comments

*hug*

[crankyfag.livejournal.com]

Wibble, and the world wibbles with you.

I promise. :)

Re: *hug*

[weaselmom.livejournal.com]

Thank you! The "wibble" comment made me laugh, which made my head hurt (stupid stupid rum). I guess that's life: a little joy, a little pain.

Seriously, though, isn't that an interesting thing about these LJs? We can use them to share our fears and anguish with friends and acquaintances (and even random strangers), and suddenly people are there with *hugs*, and condolences, and advice. Sometimes virtual life trumps real life.

Re: *hug*

[cupcake-goth.livejournal.com]

Hey, you can come be wibbly with me. I promised that I wouldn't let you wallow in depressed hermit-tude, so consider yourself warned; you WILL socialize. :)