Last night I think I finally fell prey to the strange dreams that Pookie
had threatened would accompany the melatonin supplement that I've been taking recently. Having gone to sleep well in my cups after being out late with DR
, I figured I'd sleep poorly anyway
, but I kept waking up from really bizarro, semi-lucid dreams that included seeing weird light patterns peeking out from behind words or images in magazines, as if there was a weird energy hidden behind other elements of the world, which was both cool and unnerving at the same time.
left in the wee hours of the AM
, around 6:00 or so and I was actually half awake to hear the door close behind him. I did some quick math and figured that this afforded him around 4 hours of uncomfortable sleep on our floor, but at least he was safe and sound instead of drunk driving back out to Fort Worth
. As it turned out this was for the best; we later found out that had he slept in another 30 minutes his car would have fallen victim to a tow-away zone.
We eventually dressed and headed out to greet the day ourselves around 10:00 or so, as the wife had a hair appointment at Dear Clark's
, where she'd had her hair done several months ago by a woman specializing in curly hair. I killed time while this happened by working on the blog post for last night in the notes function of the iPhone
, listening to the hustle and bustle of the busy salon.
After the wife finished up we made plans to meet Brown
for lunch, then also invited the Middle Sister
and her husband to join us if they wanted. Since we were within a few blocks of his Office
met us along the way and we headed over to Max's Wine Dive
, where the hook is you order essentially brunch food any
time of day, including mimosas and Bloody Mary's
, etc., and they serve a lot of Southern
cuisine like chicken and waffles and a dish that caught the wife's eye: red velvet pancakes.
|Looked Much Better Going Down Than They|
Did Coming Out.
eventually joined us and then the MS
and Idiot Brother In Law
turned up separately, as he'd apparently been out at a movie. We ate and visited, while the IBL
played on his phone and made little effort to be involved in things, which made me kinda wonder why he'd bothered to come, but whatever. I didn't have the strength or inclination to try and figure out what was going through his mind. After the meal we started going our separate ways, but the wife and I decided to tag along to pick the Nephew
up from school, just to see him and see how he's doing. It was interesting to see the neighborhood the school was in, then we started heading back toward the lot where we'd valet'd the car. About halfway there the wife frantically asks that the IBL
pull over and she suddenly spews red velvet pancakes all over the sidewalk beside the vehicle, which naturally looks like she's puking blood everywhere. A passing woman pulling out of a nearby parking lot offered a bottled water to the MS
as she held the wife's hair back, which we gratefully accepted. When all that was over we debated trying to chill at the In-Laws
apartment but settled on being dropped at the car and headed back to the hotel. The wife swore up and down that she was good to drive, even though I felt like I should do it myself; maybe focusing on the road took her mind off of her stomach and kept things settled. We tried to decide if it was the food alone, or if her being seated in the backseat was a factor, and I kinda maintained that the weird tension between the MS
and her husband certainly couldn't help
, as the IBL
seemed edgy for no particular reason and the MS
never really has anything good to say when he's not around, so you're left feeling weird to have to pretend that this is a 'real' marriage when you socialize with them.
Since nothing is ever
easy, neither one of our room keys were working when we got up to the room and I had to go back downstairs to get new ones, leaving my poor wife sitting on the floor by the room because she was feeling flushed and shaky again in the heat of the hotel hallway.
Once I finally get her settled in the room under some air conditioning running full blast I decided to to walk down the block to have a few drinks at the Union Park
place from last night just to pass the time, since it was pretty obvious that our afternoon shopping agenda had completely fallen by the wayside at this point.
I grabbed myself a drink from an overly friendly bartender who introduced herself as if we'd soon become great friends, then I excused myself to a nearby table and started the notes for this post, listening with growing contempt as the bar started to fill slightly with the typical late afternoon habitual drinkers who all knew the various bartenders and waitresses by name, which always wigs me out. You drink here often enough to know these people personally
? How much money do you have to piss away on overpriced cocktails before you become pals? And if it's not the overpriced cocktails it's the other cardinal sin for me, swilling down shitty domestic beer for only
a couple bucks apiece; I'd rather drink my own urine than have you serve me fucking Bud Light
for hours on end while being pointlessly flirty and pretending to care about anything beyond a potential tip. I had a second cocktail and amused myself by flooding Twitter
with my animosity towards the whole idea of bar culture, including the raspy voiced, braying laughter-spewing 20-something girl at the bar who I overheard bragging
about her 3 day hangover as if that was an accomplishment or something. Eventually she and her cadre of boys (and I mean boys
, I would have carded every single one of these kids) finally left they were replaced by two couples, the female components of which who were loudly discussing their recent waxings, which sounded like a harrowing experience for everyone involved. Said experience was apparently made all the more tragic by the fact that one of them had been on a date and the guy she was out with didn't seem interested in playing ball, even though she'd done all that maintenance
on the field
, if you will
I eventually surfaced from my people watching and growing hatred for everyone in the room long enough to register that the overhead music system was playing Nickelback
, which made me want to kill everyone and then myself, then I spotted a goofy looking guy starting to set up some musical instruments, which I took as my cue to pay my tab and get the hell out of there before he started plunking away on an acoustic guitar.
It was around 6:00 in the evening when I finally headed back to the hotel and I was surprised to find that the heavy rains in our area back home had finally made it into the Dallas
area, with a light drizzle falling on me as I made the block or two back home. When I got in the wife was still crashed out in the near-freezing hotel room, so I got out of my wet clothes and changed into my pajamas for the night before watching part of a movie on the iPad
while stretched out in the chair in the corner of the room.
The wife woke a short time later and we caught up on my afternoon since she was happily feeling normal once again. We spent the evening in the room, ordering in some dinner and watching the season premiere of Fringe
on cable since we happened to be around for it, then relaxed in bed, flipping around the cable channels for the rest of the evening, crashing out for good around 1:00 in the AM
Be seeing you.