I’ve got the joint all to myself because Courtney has the week off and is staying with her parents and I had to come back Christmas day so I could come surf the internet and generally be a waste of space at work for the rest of the week. So there is much drunken singing of nonsense and naked revelry in the apartment during the evenings. Not really. It’s too cold to be naked.
What is interesting is how I’ve devolved into a complete slob in my lady friend’s absence. Actually, devolved isn’t the right word because it pretty much happened the instant I walked through the door and dropped my bags, all of which are still laying in the same spot two days later. I did manage to get to the grocery store for some food last night, but I still opted for a frozen pizza for dinner. The kitchen is a disaster, with dishes in the sink, the cutting board left dirty and taking up half the counter space, empty beer bottles waiting to be rinsed (yup, I drink alone). The funny part is, these are all things that would drive me completely nuts if Courtney were here. I am generally completely intolerant of dishes in the sink. I guess I find it easier to accept a mess when I have no one to blame but myself. Double standard? Yes, please.
I had a nice four-day holiday weekend, though. Saturday was spent with Courtney’s insane (in a good way, mostly) family. It was a nice break from my own insane family (again, it’s a mostly redemptive and tolerable insanity). I spent pretty much all of Sunday with my friend Emily who flew in from Russia for the holidays. I hadn’t seen her for about ten years, but it didn’t really feel that way. I’d say we’re both very different people than we were ten years ago, but in similar ways. Her family is also pleasantly insane.
I somehow managed to get exactly what I wanted for Christmas without having actually asked for any of it, at least not that I can recall. What I really wanted was just to spend some time with friends and family, and that part worked out pretty well, even though the friend was one I didn’t know I’d ever see again. Now it’s the post-Christmas let-down, when something you’ve looked forward to is behind you and you haven’t yet replaced it with something else. I guess my birthday’s coming up, but those are no longer fun. Springtime is still a long way off…Sigh.
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i am impressed you made it to work after your deveolvement. i barely made it myself.
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steven's not kidding, mickey. i've often seen him resort to a more primitive being after days without seeing heather. He sits in his recliner in only his boxers, stuffing raw meat into his face while he grunts at the football players on television. And then, disturbingly, he resorts to touching his genitals constantly throughout the day and marking his territory by leaving bodily fluids all around the house.
Sick, Severo.
And to answer: true, duh.
I knew it! You grouch about the dirty dishes I OCCASIONALLY leave in the sink, but I knew you were a closet slob. I'm glad you're living it up in my absence, but rest assured I'll be cracking the whip (hee) once I get back on Sunday.
There's nothing wrong with drinking alone. In fact, as long as you're not drinking alone so much that you ended up doing things to yourself that you regret, you're perfectly cool.
Jacob, is there something you would like to share with us?
All this time, Mickey has been judging each of us for our faults when all along, left to himself, he's worse than any of us. Well, not really, but it's nice to know you're human!
I really hope you didn't masturbate all over the new couch though!
Jesus, Meaghan!
A little decorum, please.
Am I really that judgmental, or is it that I'm so right all the time you just assume I must be?
Mickey, I know you'd never admit to listening to country music, but there's a classic you should look up that I think you would genuinely enjoy. The chorus line goes: "It's hard, so hard to be humble, when you're perfect in every way." Type it into Google and give a listen.
More generally, I can related to your devolved state. When left to my own devices, I pretty much eat out of cans or boxes and stare blankly at TV programs, even if I don't like them that much.
I do the same thing. I can make a mess by myself, but if my husband leaves stuff lying around, it drives me up a wall. But he went away for two days a few months ago and I happily lounged in ridiculous mess the whole time.
I'm catching up on my holiday blog slack backwards, by the way.
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