carols

My mother and I yet again were dragged out to a party with my aunt's meditation group put on in honor of their "enlightened" teacher, a blond old white lady with a hindi name she gave herself. This time it was an early Christmas party.

I spent most of it hiding out in the kitchen with my uncle, who was hiding out in a bottle of bourbon. Straight. I joked about wearing one of my tight red slutty hostess dresses, but of course I had the good sense not to. Unfortunately, a 60-year old bottle blond with a permanent food belly did not. She wore almost an identical dress!

And then! We had to sing CHRISTMAS CAROLS for some reason. Why the hell should I have to know all this christian stuff by osmosis, when it has nothing to do with me? But I confess, I was forced out of hiding, and I partook in the carol singing. I shared a carol book with this funny old guy, and he kept messing up the lyrics and it was hilarious. I laughed my ass off, and had a good time. I always get along with old guys.

I basically blew off hanging out with an old friend/brother that I've known since I was a fetus. Our mothers bellies hung out together and we were born less than three months apart. I had to talk to his mother just now, and I went in ready to eat shit. I'm sorry, I blew your son off, I should have been more communicative, but I have been busy, plus we live a million miles from anywhere and I don't have a car.

So that wasn't my finest hour.

I think he should come visit me in Japan, which is where his parents were married after all.

And coming back to visit him and the hippie town I was born in is definitely on the top of my to do list. Just not quite yet.

Got a ghetto club boss email. He says business is really slow so I shouldn't expect to get lots of money. Alright.