pinot noir
Nov. 22nd, 2001 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Thanksgiving...
Wow am I drunk. There's nothing like a family function where you polish off two bottles of wine before you eat after not eating at all during the day. Probably had three all told. Me and Jer were hunched over the mashed potatoes eating out of the bowl. We giggled and laughed and poked each other with potato-y fingers. I love my cousin, Jeremy. I promise this was post-meal when the whole family was drunk and my dad was attempting to embarrass me about my sex life. Honest, normal family function conversation revolves around sex and alcohol consumption. We're normal. We really are.
Jeremy is an artist. He's going to be fantastic one day. He's going to go to the Negav and paint there, landscapes, beautiful paintings. Jeremy is going to be famous one day.
We watched Planes, Trains, and Automobiles as a family. It was a fun-filled evening post eating, post finishing too much wine and chocolate and turkey. I wonder if I had a normal family what I would be like.
And apparently I was to be named Tara...
What would I have been like as a Tara? Like, what would my mom have been like had her name never been changed from Roberta to Robin.
My dad chased Micah around the house but I finally cornered him in the bathroom and tickled him. We're a team, me and Dad.
On the way home I was drunk and kept offering Britney music but the parents chose Elvis Costello. Better choice.
And no. My sister didn't choose to spend the day with the family. She and Drew showed up for about an hour and then left.
Our family is dysfunctional.
And I'm drunk.
I have the oddest desire to cry.
Wow am I drunk. There's nothing like a family function where you polish off two bottles of wine before you eat after not eating at all during the day. Probably had three all told. Me and Jer were hunched over the mashed potatoes eating out of the bowl. We giggled and laughed and poked each other with potato-y fingers. I love my cousin, Jeremy. I promise this was post-meal when the whole family was drunk and my dad was attempting to embarrass me about my sex life. Honest, normal family function conversation revolves around sex and alcohol consumption. We're normal. We really are.
Jeremy is an artist. He's going to be fantastic one day. He's going to go to the Negav and paint there, landscapes, beautiful paintings. Jeremy is going to be famous one day.
We watched Planes, Trains, and Automobiles as a family. It was a fun-filled evening post eating, post finishing too much wine and chocolate and turkey. I wonder if I had a normal family what I would be like.
And apparently I was to be named Tara...
What would I have been like as a Tara? Like, what would my mom have been like had her name never been changed from Roberta to Robin.
My dad chased Micah around the house but I finally cornered him in the bathroom and tickled him. We're a team, me and Dad.
On the way home I was drunk and kept offering Britney music but the parents chose Elvis Costello. Better choice.
And no. My sister didn't choose to spend the day with the family. She and Drew showed up for about an hour and then left.
Our family is dysfunctional.
And I'm drunk.
I have the oddest desire to cry.