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ebay has been a good friend over the last two, or so, weeks.
i love packages showing up at my door.
and if you spend part of christmas day hiding from your family you can find some pretty amazing deals on there. because really.... how many other people are actually thinking about shopping and spending money on actual christmas day?

through some sort of mistake i bought a snowboard for someone that day but... it was listed as a burton men's board - 153cm. when it arrived and i took it out it barley made it to my chin.... and i am only 5'5". it is actually a 139 and now i have a new (cheap!) board and set of bindings because it is a good deal too short for this boy. problem now is i have two set ups and he has none and we have a date set to hit the the slopes in two weeks, if not before.
midnight madness at jfbb, jan 20th. drinks, snow, 25$ tickets... anyone else down?


last weekend i went up into the city. my young brother in law broke up with his girlfriend without really thinking the whole thing through. nice one. he is depressed and broken now. so his older brother decided that the only possible thing we could do for the young boy to rectify this situation was get him stinkin' drunk. this is no small feet considering he is a sturdy college twenty year old who swears he is always in control no matter the amount he has drank. over the summer we got him to puke in the woods in maine. he swears he was just trying out his moose call
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the youngin' and matt, the older brother, went out into the city. i met up with matt's new wife and we took the bus in. everything seemed pretty normal at this point. when we got there the brothers were finished. flagged and finished. stacy and i had a few wines and beers and started on shots of tequila.

i should mention now i have a heavy love affair with tequila. my mexican cousin. i introduced this to stacy a few months ago on the night of her bachlorette party. considering i work in a mexican restaurant tequila and i enjoy company together pretty often.

michael has lost his phone in the cab on the way to the second bar where stacy and i have met the boys so we confiscate all remaining valuables into her purse and i call the cabbie, meet him on the corner and trade a twenty for the phone. besides the constant badgering from the brothers of 'where is our stuff (wallets, phones, so on)?' and the 'why are we only being served water?' questions... the night was going on nicely.

i was talking to two tourists from the liverpool area about our collective travels and culture shocks.... when all of the sudden stacy is physically attacking me. she has my arm pinned behind my back and is yelling at me that i stole her purse. well... i did have her purse but that is because she had, about a half hour ago, emptied the contents onto the bar in a drunken moment. being much more sober than that i took the three phones, wallets and so on and took charge of keeping them safe. this psycho now was making a huge scene screaming, hurting me and so on. she ripped her purse off my should so viciously that the strap broke in the middle.
now... we are in a nyc bar just a jump down the block from times square with a 20 year old that cannot stand up very well. i can see the bartenders starting towards us and the look of the manager going for the phone. cops would have been there in less time that it would have taken me to get all three of these drunken fools off of their stools.
i just have to take it and pretend that this is just such cute little sisterly bullshit that we do all the time. i turn to my traveling friends and say - hey, this is my new sister in law as of november. she is really treating her new family well.
sigh.

obviously time to get the hell out of there. we get home, i get her inside after she passes out on the bus. the dog has pooped on her kitchen rug and her husband is yelling at her as she is rolling on the floor. time for me to get the fuck out of there. that is enough of the drunk and the stupid for me.
i hear that she proceeds to pass out on that floor, face first next to the poop and stay there until four in the morning. (we were home around midnight). if i get that stupid i would like to hope that in a house with my husband and brother in law -someone, anyone!- would be nice enough to drag me into my bed and not leave me on the kitchen floor with poop. maybe they were punishing her.

the night was nice and amusing, but i can only tolerate so much of the dastardly drunken, especially when they attack and get whinny. good show stacy, your family is proud of you. this isn't her first offense against us, either. i think about november of last year i have a 'stacy too drunk and rude' journal entry floating about.



so that is another one of potential tequila drinkers crossed of my list. this is the second in two weeks. im running out of options here. i like shots, someone else out there must also like them AND be able to handle them, yes?