For a guy who drank a twelve pack of Icehouse (and half of a case of father's Milwaukee's Best Light before getting something palatable, if any beer is any such thing), my father's ex's (don't ask) Seagram 7, vodka, mezcal and Jim Beam, I feel pretty good today, er yesterday. Attempted drowning is the only way to stomach them. But they had food and I had to help reclaim the car (that would be the car that was broken into and attempted stolen about six weeks ago that my father just now got around to towing from the hospital) earlier in the day AND my cousin and his fiancee was there to make it tolerable... perhaps I should have stayed away.
The Beam came from my cousin's other half. While playing cards she decided we really needed it. I rode with her and a trip that should have been ten minutes turned into two hours. Suffice to say, things were thought back at the party. And nothing happened between her and I. Or did it? Nothing physical at least. Women seem to enjoy having emotional affairs and intellectual intercorse with the sorry sap that is me. Her and I talked, just talked, but something happened that has never happened before between us. There's that bond now if feels and I'm not sure how the whole situation stands now. Sure, I lusted after her before all of this but now there's something else, something more... palpable?
Or maybe not. I did mention the drinking, right? And she's a sad drunk. Perhaps I was just the guy in the right place at the time. Perhaps her and he have patched up whatever was wrong beforehand. Which I kinda hope for because the implications of anything else would be dire indeed. On the flip side, it would be wonderful to have a kindred spirit to be with, as she professed to be.
I know how it will end... they will live happily ever after (but how, she says she's not happy though this union between them was to be the end all be all, agh, I digress) and my cursed imagination will drift in other possibilities.
She gifted me a glowing Buddha that has given me a restful night and a content aura all day long. Though my thoughts still linger on her and what her demons may be.
The Beam came from my cousin's other half. While playing cards she decided we really needed it. I rode with her and a trip that should have been ten minutes turned into two hours. Suffice to say, things were thought back at the party. And nothing happened between her and I. Or did it? Nothing physical at least. Women seem to enjoy having emotional affairs and intellectual intercorse with the sorry sap that is me. Her and I talked, just talked, but something happened that has never happened before between us. There's that bond now if feels and I'm not sure how the whole situation stands now. Sure, I lusted after her before all of this but now there's something else, something more... palpable?
Or maybe not. I did mention the drinking, right? And she's a sad drunk. Perhaps I was just the guy in the right place at the time. Perhaps her and he have patched up whatever was wrong beforehand. Which I kinda hope for because the implications of anything else would be dire indeed. On the flip side, it would be wonderful to have a kindred spirit to be with, as she professed to be.
I know how it will end... they will live happily ever after (but how, she says she's not happy though this union between them was to be the end all be all, agh, I digress) and my cursed imagination will drift in other possibilities.
She gifted me a glowing Buddha that has given me a restful night and a content aura all day long. Though my thoughts still linger on her and what her demons may be.