Clareified

These days my brain is just a swirl of thoughts and plans and regrets and hopes and vengeances and stories and worries and vengeances, hmm…did I say that one already?
I have so much to say, yet have no idea where to start?
Wow, did my Thanksgiving suck…apologies to those of you who commented, but I just can’t so much as look at it again. I wouldn’t have even written it, but for the fact that I know someday I will wonder why I gave up Thanksgiving and I’ll need a nice black and white reminder.
Fortunately, just as I got a good wallowing in my own self pity and wine coolers momentum going, there was a knock on the door. Or a doorbell.
Now, seeing as I had cleared my schedule for a weekend of moping and solitude, I wasn’t expecting anyone.
So I got real quiet. Unfortunately, my plasma was blaring the X-men Part 3 DVD that I had to rent again cause I wasn’t paying attention during the last scene and didn’t stay till after the credits for the extra extra last scene.
The bell rang again.
I got up to peek through the hole, hoping it was some sort of “we found this envelope downstairs and think it belongs to you” kind of emergency.
It was Karol.
I thought about my options after “go away” failed. I finally opened the door.
I made that demonic hissing sound as I shielded my eyes from the flourescent lighting in the hallway.
“Come on, we’ll play cards! Drink! It’ll be fun!”
Awesome.
I shuffled around, while she incessantly prodded me to get out of my pajamas. And possibly shower.
I glared.
And went back to my movie and the cutting of hair.
“Seriously, Guy. Clothes. Clothes would be good here.”
I shuffled off to my bedroom and showered and changed. Double checked my day planner to verify that I hadn’t forgotten any crazy Karol plans.
Nope. I was totally free to mope.
I drank a quart of deliciously delicious raspberry beer which some magical houseguest of mine must have left for me and Karol opened a bottle of wine.
She offered me some, but I declined because well, that girl loves her wine.
I needed a bit of cooking wine for something and I asked her to drink some of the wine and leave me enough to cook with…well, after three hours the bottle was done and I needed to open a second bottle to cook with!
Lush!
But after a few hours of drinking and losing at cards, we played one last game, the winner of which would decide what we did for the rest of the night.
“Sleep and watch Beaches” lost to driving out to Besonhurst to go to a club.
But that plan lost out to driving away from the squad car parked in front of the club.
We ended up at her mom’s house to hang out with her brother and his friends, where she proceeded to beat me at cards again.
That’s it, we are going to find people that I can beat at cards tonight, if it kills me!
Sure enough, by the night’s end –circa 4 in the morning, after a lucrative night out and about playing cards and hanging out, I couldn’t believe I had almost wasted a perfectly cromulent three day weekend moping around in my pajamas.
And I was grateful that Karol was there to get me out and gambling again. I’m not really the warm, affectionate sort, but I did want to say that after all these years, I really do love…poker.
I mean, honestly.

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