Collectively, I had about 12 beers this weekend, more than I’ve had combined since the beginning of the year. In my old age, I’m finding that I like the taste of beer better, yet I’m less capable of handling the ensuing hangover. Being sick first thing in the morning is hell, especially for someone used to getting things done in the wee hours.
We went to a party – I guess you can call it that – Sunday night at a house in our neighborhood. My husband’s been friends with George for more than two years now, after they first met on the job. Both of them have since moved around (and surprisingly, ended up back at the same employer). I like George, a small, compact man with a shaved head who’s missing two-and-a-half fingers on his left hand from an industrial accident. His wife is a child-like woman everyone calls Kell: long dark hair, elongated limbs, deep but vacant brown eyes. They have two daughters that complete their little family, ages 9 and 14, and a horrible little Welsh Corgi dog that seems motivated only by food (notably, my food). [In fact, that dog pierced Abe’s ear a few month’s ago when we, by chance, met at the city park and the little monster attacked the affable Abe, without provocation. I nervously waved off the blood dripping from his ear, and quickly took my pooch home.]
Anyway, this “party” (it’s probably more appropriate to call it a get-together) included George & Kell’s friends from the music scene in the local area. I admit I find these people to be endlessly funny, and often hang on their every word. Most of them are big fans of the show Arrested Development which I also find endlessly funny. But most of the conversations started with how drunk the participants were at any given point in the story. I found this both depressing and reassuring, seeing as most of the people at the party were older than my husband and myself. It seems pathetic that getting roaring drunk is a regular activity for these grown-ups, especially considering many of them have young kids. Whatever. We’re SO much better than everyone else…