Another Day, Another Shot?

I promise I didn’t used to think about booze this much before I moved back in with my sober parents. Granted I am really happy for them, I mean the fact that they get up at 6:30 every morning for a meeting is definitely a step up from me always being the last kid to be picked up after dance class. But never have I ever fantasized about booze more. Hot toddies and White Russians slosh nicely through my sub-conscientious. I crave a shower beer, half for my mouth, half for my hair, it’s a really good conditioner and its takes the edge off. I told my parents I would be home tonight around 7:30, well when I strolled in at 9:45 the questions came rolling out much like the now loudly raging river going through our backyard after all this rain. “What happened to 7:30?” hmmm well some sushi with a friend in town, a large Sapporo, large sake and Sade’s the 10’ x 10’, 80 year old, 70’s rock playing, hole in the wall bar happened to 7:30. I love a place where no one knows who I am, especially since I’ve moved back to my home town, I do my best to keep it a secret as I don’t plan on staying long. I am constantly on craigslist looking for rooms to rent and jobs to get even though I know I am staying here for at least 6 months. It keeps my hope of independence alive, kind of, or it just rubs in the fact that I won’t be the “friendly, on the quiet side, perhaps a student who is somewhat clean and thoughtful of others” to anyone for a long time.

Madonna Pointy

We go to the movies. "Everybody's Fine," has been falsely advertised as a feel good family comedy for the Holidays, it's not. It takes place in Summer, and it's very sad but true to real life. Everyone is trying to live up to their parent's expectations and lying when they don't. All in all Everybody is not fine.
After the movie we get lunch, and are talking about Tums vs. Rolaids. My Mom prefers Rolaids, I say i have been getting indigestion lately, she says it's cause I lay down after I eat. She is confusing her habits with mine, I don't do that.
I say," No its really only when I drink beer."
They say, "Don't drink beer."

Then my Dad says,"When I drank beer I would just do a bunch of coke too."
I'm thinking oh Yeah-yo?

Walking back to the car, we pass by some display windows with bras.
Dad, under his breath: " Pointy bras are back huh? I hope they don't get Madonna pointy cause someone could get an eye poked out."

Someone certainly could.