So... we partied a bit too hard during my birthday. After my last blog, we went out to have dinner and watch parades. We ate at Sukho Thai and Krewe du Vieux marched past us. Those were some pretty off-color parades, there's nothing like eating a nice dinner with your parents while a giant naked paper-mache ass rolls along, trailing anal beads. Steph had about a whole bottle of white wine and a fish cooked in whiskey.
After that, we wandered along the parade route and ran into one of my brother's friends who was hosting a party, where Steph was given another couple of bottles of wine. Hung out there for a few hours and then met up with some of my friends at Yuki Izakaya and had a few more drinks. After that, we all went to a strip club but I can't recall exactly which one. The girls thought Steph was really cute and kissed her all over, including one full make-out. More drinks were had.
So around 4:30 AM, after Steph had been drinking for 11 hours straight, we decided to walk home. Made it about halfway, then stopped to get breakfast pancakes. We arrived at my parents' house at about 7 AM, just as they were waking up. The rest of the day was filled with naps and laziness.
On Monday, we packed up to leave and stopped by Mikimoto for some EXCELLENT sushi. Unfortunately, that was the end of the fun.
On the drive back, we got a text message that Steph's grandmother passed away. She was heartbroken; she doesn't have much in the way of caring family left and she really loved her grandmother. The funeral was Wednesday night, and she got a little mini-urn with some of her grandmother's ashes. Steph's been depressed all week, though the premiere of Lost cheered her up for a couple short hours. She was also excited for the Saints' victory. We're not football fans but it's hard not to root for New Orleans to get some good news every now and then, and I can only imagine how crazy the party must be down there now.
Since then, my friend who hosted our Lost premiere party lost his own grandmother. And now I just got word that one of my younger cousins has died of as-yet unknown causes. He was visiting friends and stayed behind when they went out for breakfast because he was trying to lose weight. When they returned, he was dead in his chair. Also, my mom's cat has an inoperable tumor in her intestines.
Just WTF, karma? It seems like every time I go out to have fun, something horrible happens. Sometimes my car breaks down (4 times so far, with 2 different cars). Sometimes people/animals die (see above, plus my grandmother died in a horrific car accident while I was in the passenger seat as a young child, also every dog I have ever owned has died or been injured while I was on a trip). If that doesn't happen, something else catches fire or explodes (my local comic book store burned down, Los Angeles caught fire last time I visited, the gateway to the west in St Louis caught fire right as I flew over it, and 9/11 happened in the middle of one of my vacations). Maybe I'm not meant to travel.
Also, as a teenager, I lived in Enschede in the Netherlands for 3 months. Anyone know what happened there after that?
After that, we wandered along the parade route and ran into one of my brother's friends who was hosting a party, where Steph was given another couple of bottles of wine. Hung out there for a few hours and then met up with some of my friends at Yuki Izakaya and had a few more drinks. After that, we all went to a strip club but I can't recall exactly which one. The girls thought Steph was really cute and kissed her all over, including one full make-out. More drinks were had.
So around 4:30 AM, after Steph had been drinking for 11 hours straight, we decided to walk home. Made it about halfway, then stopped to get breakfast pancakes. We arrived at my parents' house at about 7 AM, just as they were waking up. The rest of the day was filled with naps and laziness.
On Monday, we packed up to leave and stopped by Mikimoto for some EXCELLENT sushi. Unfortunately, that was the end of the fun.
On the drive back, we got a text message that Steph's grandmother passed away. She was heartbroken; she doesn't have much in the way of caring family left and she really loved her grandmother. The funeral was Wednesday night, and she got a little mini-urn with some of her grandmother's ashes. Steph's been depressed all week, though the premiere of Lost cheered her up for a couple short hours. She was also excited for the Saints' victory. We're not football fans but it's hard not to root for New Orleans to get some good news every now and then, and I can only imagine how crazy the party must be down there now.
Since then, my friend who hosted our Lost premiere party lost his own grandmother. And now I just got word that one of my younger cousins has died of as-yet unknown causes. He was visiting friends and stayed behind when they went out for breakfast because he was trying to lose weight. When they returned, he was dead in his chair. Also, my mom's cat has an inoperable tumor in her intestines.
Just WTF, karma? It seems like every time I go out to have fun, something horrible happens. Sometimes my car breaks down (4 times so far, with 2 different cars). Sometimes people/animals die (see above, plus my grandmother died in a horrific car accident while I was in the passenger seat as a young child, also every dog I have ever owned has died or been injured while I was on a trip). If that doesn't happen, something else catches fire or explodes (my local comic book store burned down, Los Angeles caught fire last time I visited, the gateway to the west in St Louis caught fire right as I flew over it, and 9/11 happened in the middle of one of my vacations). Maybe I'm not meant to travel.
Also, as a teenager, I lived in Enschede in the Netherlands for 3 months. Anyone know what happened there after that?
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