So I frequently dream about people I've met online that I've chatted to, or have gamed with, or even famous people. They say that you can't dream about someone you haven't seen/met before, which is interesting because I'm SURE I have and I'm not sure I believe that statement... but that's an entirely different matter all together.
A few weeks ago I had a dream that myself, Rachel, Nick and John from Duran Duran were sitting on a patio somewhere (it MAY have been my Dad's house although I'm not entirely certain). We were just sitting around talking, and having some laughs. Rachel had poor Nick to the point of near passing out with hysteria, I was laughing too quite hysterically to the point of waking myself up laughing. Which by the way is a GREAT feeling, if it's never happened to you -- it's a wonderful feeling and way to start your day.
Last night I had a similar dream however this time we were in a restaurant, more like a bistro feel (it's weird I could describe the place right down to the linens and table settings if I needed to). Again it was myself, Nick and John (although I'm uncertain that Rachel was there but I'm pretty sure she was). John I don't recall saying much -- if anything. He just sat there with his Blackberry texting (or tweeting -- who knows with him). Nick and I were hysterical laughing over something -- I have no idea what either. Nick again to the point of tears, and John just smirked and grinned while he kept shaking his head. I think he thought; whatever we were laughing at; that we were both completely nuts.
I enjoy thinking about my dreams that I've had, I always have. I used to (and probably still do -- somewhere) have a book about analyzing dreams. I used to get it out every morning when I would wake up and look up the generalities of my latest dream and what (possibly) it could mean. I found it fascinating and still do.
Back in the spring the guys from Duran began posting on youtube their dreams. This was one of John's and I think it about sums up what I've been trying to say. LOL
One last Glimpse...
~K
Saturday, 30 July 2011
Sunday, 24 July 2011
Amy Jade Winehouse - September 14, 1983 - July 23, 2011
Let me say first off the hop, I am not nor have I ever been an Amy Winehouse fan. And I'm not about to be one of those people who suddenly loves her now that she has passed. I didn't "get" her. At all. And if I'm to be 100% honest she looked and behaved like a train wreck looking for a place to happen. HOWEVER, she was a human being that people (her family, her friends, and her fans) cared for. To be honest it sickens me that people are taking the stance of "She got what she deserved" or "She had it coming". No she didn't. It's not like she was Charlie Manson, Bin Ladin or Hitler for fuck sakes. She was a troubled, tortured woman who lost her battle with her demons. Just like many others before her, and it's very...very sad.
Billy Bragg noted on Twitter today -- "It's not just age that Hendrix, Jones, Joplin, Morrison, Cobain & Amy have in common - it's drug abuse, sadly". And I think that's very true. They all lost the battle with their demons and succumbed to the same fate and end. And to be honest, it doesn't matter if she OD'd accidentally or if she killed herself by OD or what have you. I mean yes, I suspect it may have been drug related or exacerbated by the use, but not necessarily. But sadly, in the eyes of the public that is what is assumed. She could JUST have easily had some sort of tragic slip and fall accident but some jackhole somewhere will of course say "well she must have been strung out and high" even if she wasn't. Who knows at this point. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. Maybe we'll never know. But who are you to judge?
To someone, somewhere she was a daughter, niece, granddaughter, sister, lover or friend. And how dare these people take it upon themselves to attempt to foreshadow her death and their tragic loss with assumptions and venomous words? The tragedy of the loss of a loved one is pain unlike any other. And I cannot stand that people would behave in such a manner.
Nick Rhodes blogged today about how he was saddened by Amy's passing and how she had touched his and John's life in her music and her performance that they had attended together. He also noted that she had been a "Soundtrack for a period". Mark Ronson (record producer to both Duran and Amy Winehouse) noted how he had "lost his soulmate". And my heart breaks for their loss.
I didn't "get" Amy Winehouse's music. But others that I "get", respect, idolize, and love; did. And for them, I am saddened. For them, I mourn her passing. For them, and for Amy...a fellow human being.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
Billy Bragg noted on Twitter today -- "It's not just age that Hendrix, Jones, Joplin, Morrison, Cobain & Amy have in common - it's drug abuse, sadly". And I think that's very true. They all lost the battle with their demons and succumbed to the same fate and end. And to be honest, it doesn't matter if she OD'd accidentally or if she killed herself by OD or what have you. I mean yes, I suspect it may have been drug related or exacerbated by the use, but not necessarily. But sadly, in the eyes of the public that is what is assumed. She could JUST have easily had some sort of tragic slip and fall accident but some jackhole somewhere will of course say "well she must have been strung out and high" even if she wasn't. Who knows at this point. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. Maybe we'll never know. But who are you to judge?
To someone, somewhere she was a daughter, niece, granddaughter, sister, lover or friend. And how dare these people take it upon themselves to attempt to foreshadow her death and their tragic loss with assumptions and venomous words? The tragedy of the loss of a loved one is pain unlike any other. And I cannot stand that people would behave in such a manner.
Nick Rhodes blogged today about how he was saddened by Amy's passing and how she had touched his and John's life in her music and her performance that they had attended together. He also noted that she had been a "Soundtrack for a period". Mark Ronson (record producer to both Duran and Amy Winehouse) noted how he had "lost his soulmate". And my heart breaks for their loss.
I didn't "get" Amy Winehouse's music. But others that I "get", respect, idolize, and love; did. And for them, I am saddened. For them, I mourn her passing. For them, and for Amy...a fellow human being.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
Sunday, 17 July 2011
Lose my shit...but in a good way!
About once a month since April my friend Rachel and I have gotten together once a month to watch Duran Duran videos, concerts and the like. It has been dubbed "Duranovision". We watch whatever, and through the miracles of modern technology it gets projected onto my living room wall and it is heavenly.
Last night we watched the DVD that came with my "Big Thing" boxed set. I believe the tour was called "Strange behavior" although I could be wrong. It was at a point when John was just starting his downward slide. I BELIEVE he was still with Renee but his drug use was beginning to show through. He looked gaunt, and right at the end of the show he went off for a "costume change" but really doesn't do much in the way of that. Instead he comes back and it's VERY evident that something has changed with him when he returns to the stage. Yes he's lost the shirt he's been wearing and is just wearing a jacket. But his demeanor has changed as well. Visually he had changed, and I remarked to Rach it was difficult for me to watch. BEFORE he'd gone off stage he had this slowing down aspect to him but a look of "I can get through this...". But upon his return it was a VASTLY different story...he was just vacant and completely gone. IMO, he did more than just a "costume change" backstage.
I told my husband later when he asked me how the concert was, that it was okay but there had been parts that bothered me. I said to him that I didn't understand how I couldn't or didn't understand see John's decline back then (not that there was anything I could have done about it). His response was simple and true. "You didn't want to see it". And I didn't. John was my teen crush and idol. I can see it plain as day now of course, but I definitely put blinders on when it came to John or Duran back in the day.
There is a moment however in the show that gave me a preview of how I'm going to feel when the song gets played -and that was for the Reflex. I literally had to pause it and apologize to Rachel in advance. I think I am just going to lose my effing mind. LOL
One Last Glimpse,
~K
Last night we watched the DVD that came with my "Big Thing" boxed set. I believe the tour was called "Strange behavior" although I could be wrong. It was at a point when John was just starting his downward slide. I BELIEVE he was still with Renee but his drug use was beginning to show through. He looked gaunt, and right at the end of the show he went off for a "costume change" but really doesn't do much in the way of that. Instead he comes back and it's VERY evident that something has changed with him when he returns to the stage. Yes he's lost the shirt he's been wearing and is just wearing a jacket. But his demeanor has changed as well. Visually he had changed, and I remarked to Rach it was difficult for me to watch. BEFORE he'd gone off stage he had this slowing down aspect to him but a look of "I can get through this...". But upon his return it was a VASTLY different story...he was just vacant and completely gone. IMO, he did more than just a "costume change" backstage.
I told my husband later when he asked me how the concert was, that it was okay but there had been parts that bothered me. I said to him that I didn't understand how I couldn't or didn't understand see John's decline back then (not that there was anything I could have done about it). His response was simple and true. "You didn't want to see it". And I didn't. John was my teen crush and idol. I can see it plain as day now of course, but I definitely put blinders on when it came to John or Duran back in the day.
There is a moment however in the show that gave me a preview of how I'm going to feel when the song gets played -and that was for the Reflex. I literally had to pause it and apologize to Rachel in advance. I think I am just going to lose my effing mind. LOL
One Last Glimpse,
~K
Friday, 15 July 2011
Gail Frances Foster Esselment
Today while I was on Twitter @JulieAnneRhodes mentioned her Mom (@JulieAnneRhodes is the ex wife of Duran's keyboardist Nick Rhodes). I tweeted her in return and said: @JulieAnneRhodes Lucky you for your "Mom time". My Mother passed away 15 years ago, I envy those who have "Mom time". Hope yours was great! xx. She replied: @cheriqui Yeah, one of those times when Mom is the only person you want around. Grateful she is around.
My Mom was a great person. She had that "Mommy smell" - that only she could smell like. A mixture of ALL laundry detergent, Caress bar soap and baby powder. Occasionally, but rarely perfume was added to the mix but she was mostly allergic so it was few and far between. If I concentrate really hard, I can conjure that smell to my memory.
My Mom raised my sister and I mostly on her own. My Dad had visitation with us and was in the picture. But Mom was the disciplinarian. Mom was there to fix what went wrong, when things went wrong. Mom was the one who kissed the boo boo's and made the closet monster go away.
I wasn't the best kid. I didn't always keep my room clean, or get great grades. I was grounded a LOT during high school. However my Mom frequently would recant her grounding saying to me "You're going to do what you want anyway Kendra...". Apparently I was headstrong as a child. My husband would say I haven't changed - cheeky bugger.
My Mom was an amazing person. I'm not saying she was perfect, she wasn't...but she WAS awesome. All my friends LOVED my Mom. She could be tough though. But I think everyone ALWAYS loves the friends parents. They always see the "cool" side of them that we as their kids don't.
Mom had this kind of laugh that even in a crowded room, restaurant or bar you could identify as hers over the din. I loved that about her and miss it very much. Sometimes if I'm lucky, I'll hear her laugh in my own. I love moments like those. It makes me feel close to her.
The fact that my Mom passed when my children were so young, and before my sister got married makes me sad. But the fact that she knew her grandchildren and they her is a grace. She also knew (and loved) my sister's husband as well, so that's good.
I miss my Mom everyday and always will. Treat your Mother like a gift and treasure. There will never be another person like them in your life and when they're gone, they will leave a void like no other.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
My Mom was a great person. She had that "Mommy smell" - that only she could smell like. A mixture of ALL laundry detergent, Caress bar soap and baby powder. Occasionally, but rarely perfume was added to the mix but she was mostly allergic so it was few and far between. If I concentrate really hard, I can conjure that smell to my memory.
My Mom raised my sister and I mostly on her own. My Dad had visitation with us and was in the picture. But Mom was the disciplinarian. Mom was there to fix what went wrong, when things went wrong. Mom was the one who kissed the boo boo's and made the closet monster go away.
I wasn't the best kid. I didn't always keep my room clean, or get great grades. I was grounded a LOT during high school. However my Mom frequently would recant her grounding saying to me "You're going to do what you want anyway Kendra...". Apparently I was headstrong as a child. My husband would say I haven't changed - cheeky bugger.
My Mom was an amazing person. I'm not saying she was perfect, she wasn't...but she WAS awesome. All my friends LOVED my Mom. She could be tough though. But I think everyone ALWAYS loves the friends parents. They always see the "cool" side of them that we as their kids don't.
Mom had this kind of laugh that even in a crowded room, restaurant or bar you could identify as hers over the din. I loved that about her and miss it very much. Sometimes if I'm lucky, I'll hear her laugh in my own. I love moments like those. It makes me feel close to her.
The fact that my Mom passed when my children were so young, and before my sister got married makes me sad. But the fact that she knew her grandchildren and they her is a grace. She also knew (and loved) my sister's husband as well, so that's good.
I miss my Mom everyday and always will. Treat your Mother like a gift and treasure. There will never be another person like them in your life and when they're gone, they will leave a void like no other.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
Read the fuckin sign douche!
I love my job. Well, okay I LIKE my job.. I LOVE my boss. She is hands down one of the best bosses, if not THE best boss I've ever had. We get along great.
I work part time at a gas bar. Nothing terribly stressing, although surprisingly there are nights where things go to hell in a hand cart - but I'm no nuclear physicist or cardiac surgeon. LOL I can leave my work behind when I lock the door at the end of the night. And I like that.
There are a few simple, easy to follow rules that you, as the client need to know and follow. They are as follows:
(And for you non reading english folk, they're in lovely pictographs right on the side of the pump for your convenience.)
1) You are responsible to pay for your gas when you pay at the pump. If you DON'T get a receipt and it says "Please see cashier" (that's me)...PLEASE come see the fuckin cashier!! If you attempt to drive off, this is what will occur. We will get your make, model and plate of the car and call the cops. THEY will call you, you come pay. If you REFUSE to come pay, they come and GET you and you end up paying anyway.
2) Turn OFF the car when you pump. Yes, I know people who've done it and they've all lived to tell the tale. (My Mom did it...and I'm pretty sure I'm still alive) but just follow this rule and I won't have to shut down your pump or come over the PA system and embarrass you in front of everyone and tell you to turn off your car.
3) Don't let your 3 year old kid pump the gas. It's illegal and potentially child abuse. If he or she decided mid-pump to yank the hose out of the tank it could be catastrophic. Bottom line is, if you're not old enough to drive it, you're not old enough to pump it. Capiche?
4) Don't use your cell while pumping. Like seriously, come ON! If we all go kablewie, I'm going to have to kick your ass. Do you REALLY want that? Yea, me neither.
5) For the love of FUCK (and yes dear readers there are people out there who have actually done this...I've SEEN them!!) DO NOT SMOKE WHILE PUMPING GAS!! If you MUST smoke right at THAT moment....tough fucking shit, suck it up and wait.
In the 8 months of working here, I have met some outstanding folks and a couple people who truly deserve the fucktard of the year award. It's a crapshoot on a daily basis, some days good outweighs the bad, some days it's the other way round. But I guess it's the same in any job.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
I work part time at a gas bar. Nothing terribly stressing, although surprisingly there are nights where things go to hell in a hand cart - but I'm no nuclear physicist or cardiac surgeon. LOL I can leave my work behind when I lock the door at the end of the night. And I like that.
There are a few simple, easy to follow rules that you, as the client need to know and follow. They are as follows:
(And for you non reading english folk, they're in lovely pictographs right on the side of the pump for your convenience.)
1) You are responsible to pay for your gas when you pay at the pump. If you DON'T get a receipt and it says "Please see cashier" (that's me)...PLEASE come see the fuckin cashier!! If you attempt to drive off, this is what will occur. We will get your make, model and plate of the car and call the cops. THEY will call you, you come pay. If you REFUSE to come pay, they come and GET you and you end up paying anyway.
2) Turn OFF the car when you pump. Yes, I know people who've done it and they've all lived to tell the tale. (My Mom did it...and I'm pretty sure I'm still alive) but just follow this rule and I won't have to shut down your pump or come over the PA system and embarrass you in front of everyone and tell you to turn off your car.
3) Don't let your 3 year old kid pump the gas. It's illegal and potentially child abuse. If he or she decided mid-pump to yank the hose out of the tank it could be catastrophic. Bottom line is, if you're not old enough to drive it, you're not old enough to pump it. Capiche?
4) Don't use your cell while pumping. Like seriously, come ON! If we all go kablewie, I'm going to have to kick your ass. Do you REALLY want that? Yea, me neither.
5) For the love of FUCK (and yes dear readers there are people out there who have actually done this...I've SEEN them!!) DO NOT SMOKE WHILE PUMPING GAS!! If you MUST smoke right at THAT moment....tough fucking shit, suck it up and wait.
In the 8 months of working here, I have met some outstanding folks and a couple people who truly deserve the fucktard of the year award. It's a crapshoot on a daily basis, some days good outweighs the bad, some days it's the other way round. But I guess it's the same in any job.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
Thursday, 14 July 2011
View to A Kill
So it's my understanding 26 years ago today Bob Geldof put together some sort of trans-continental show of some sort...I dunno never heard of it... KIDDING! Today (July 13th) is the 26th anniversary of "Live Aid". For those of you living under a rock or perhaps never heard of such a beast it was one of the last times (pre-9/11) that I can think of where the world was actually quasi united under one banner. It was a concert full of amazing moments, and not so great ones. I was at my Dad's and what's FUNNY about is to be honest, for whatever reason I don't recall there being any major fan fair or media blitz regarding it. It's like I woke up one Saturday afternoon and randomly it HAPPENED to be on my television.
I remember we (for whatever reason) were watching it at my friend Jim's house (out at my Dad's). I don't know WHY we didn't watch it at my Dad's place. (My Dad's house was one of those places where everyone would gather to watch movies/tv, although NOT to hang out or party). So I'm really not entirely certain as to why we didn't watch it there, I just know...we didn't. There was about 8 or 10 of us all crowed around the Anderson's television at their cottage, watching the show. They all were eager to see Van Halen, Madonna, Journey etc....I on the other hand...although I liked those performers...only wanted to see ONE performance. You know the one I'm talking about. I don't even have to say it. They; my friends; were less than enthused.
I remember I squealed with delight when they took the stage. Staring and ogling of course. It had been a while since they had been together; they had split into Arcadia and Power Station at that point, and really unbeknownst to most, I think we all thought things were "okay" as that's the front they always maintained. They all seemed to be going well enough (or as well as could be expected - it was obvious NO ONE could hear themselves so pitch was absolutely a problem for EVERYONE) until Simon went to hit that note...and things spiraled out of control. I remember I cringed openly and I BELIEVE I even exclaimed "OH SIMON!!!" or something to that effect. It was not pretty. And like sharks, my non Duranie friends frenzied on that moment to tease me mercilessly (in good fun of course!).
Today ALSO marks the 30th anniversary of the Girls on Film video. Girls on Film was the first Duran song I ever heard (or saw), which is what started me on this path. My affection/obsession with the band. The unending desire to want to play the bass. It's not my all time favourite Duran song, but it's well up there. It IS and THEY are what caused me to want to play the bass after all.
So to you my #Duransistas and my Duranie friends I wish you all a Happy Duranniversary.
To the rest of you, to EVERYONE....I give you the immortal words of one Simon John Charles Le Bon....
Now the time has come,
the music between us
though the night seems young-
is at an end
only change will bring
you out of the darkness
in this moment everything is born again
Reach up for the sunrise
put your hands into the big sky
you can touch the sunrise
feel the new day enter your life
One Last Glimpse
~K
I remember we (for whatever reason) were watching it at my friend Jim's house (out at my Dad's). I don't know WHY we didn't watch it at my Dad's place. (My Dad's house was one of those places where everyone would gather to watch movies/tv, although NOT to hang out or party). So I'm really not entirely certain as to why we didn't watch it there, I just know...we didn't. There was about 8 or 10 of us all crowed around the Anderson's television at their cottage, watching the show. They all were eager to see Van Halen, Madonna, Journey etc....I on the other hand...although I liked those performers...only wanted to see ONE performance. You know the one I'm talking about. I don't even have to say it. They; my friends; were less than enthused.
I remember I squealed with delight when they took the stage. Staring and ogling of course. It had been a while since they had been together; they had split into Arcadia and Power Station at that point, and really unbeknownst to most, I think we all thought things were "okay" as that's the front they always maintained. They all seemed to be going well enough (or as well as could be expected - it was obvious NO ONE could hear themselves so pitch was absolutely a problem for EVERYONE) until Simon went to hit that note...and things spiraled out of control. I remember I cringed openly and I BELIEVE I even exclaimed "OH SIMON!!!" or something to that effect. It was not pretty. And like sharks, my non Duranie friends frenzied on that moment to tease me mercilessly (in good fun of course!).
Today ALSO marks the 30th anniversary of the Girls on Film video. Girls on Film was the first Duran song I ever heard (or saw), which is what started me on this path. My affection/obsession with the band. The unending desire to want to play the bass. It's not my all time favourite Duran song, but it's well up there. It IS and THEY are what caused me to want to play the bass after all.
So to you my #Duransistas and my Duranie friends I wish you all a Happy Duranniversary.
To the rest of you, to EVERYONE....I give you the immortal words of one Simon John Charles Le Bon....
Now the time has come,
the music between us
though the night seems young-
is at an end
only change will bring
you out of the darkness
in this moment everything is born again
Reach up for the sunrise
put your hands into the big sky
you can touch the sunrise
feel the new day enter your life
One Last Glimpse
~K
Sunday, 10 July 2011
Gallimere Kids
So okay, this weekend had it's ups and downs. Mostly the ups outweighed the downs, which has been great. We arrived (my sister and I) Friday night (late) to my Dad's place. Our long time friends Leslie and Dede arrived next door before us and we were eager to see them.
Kristen and I have known Leslie and Dede (Denise) (also sisters) since we were kids and in the last few years we have attempted to make a concerted effort to make it a yearly thing to get together. We all have difficult lives or distances to travel so it makes it hard. But the last 2 years we've made it more of a priority to get together. This weekend in fact we made a pact that we'd officially do this once a year, even though I think we all had already assumed we'd get together next summer.
My issues this weekend aren't "major". No one got killed or anything, however there have been ongoing issues at my Father's house (these issues have been going on for years now, so it's nothing new).
I am not a big drinker due to my father's side of the family having alcohol issues while I was growing up. I have many memories during my younger years (7-14) that just need not have occurred, however alcohol was involved and played a significant factor in many events that I have bared witness to in my life and as such I decided many years ago that was not going to be me. That's not to say that I've never been drunk - I have and if I were to profess otherwise, there are a few who would call bullshit and quite possibly produce photographic evidence to the contrary. HOWEVER I have never been an alcoholic.
My father has been involved with someone for about 14 years now who sadly is an alcoholic. I have a huge issue with this person when they've been drinking as the behavior becomes completely inappropriate. Things have been said and done that just...are not cool. Period.
Saturday when we went to town, we stopped at the liquor store. I purchased 4 small individual sized bottles of champagne for myself (they only fill one wine glass each). Not that I intended to drink all four, however I bought them none the less.
Dinner came closer and I enjoyed one with some great conversation and laughs with our friends as well as their mother, our father and my father's partner. I had put my drinks in the fridge so they could be nice and cold (for my enjoyment). I had a second (at some point) before we all sat after dinner to play some "Liar's Dice" ( a common after dinner game played at my Dad's). In the middle of the game, I noticed my Dad's partner get up at one point and go to the kitchen, open the fridge, grab one of my small bottles, close the fridge, and then I heard the bottle open. I sat there completely gobsmacked and like 2 or 3 minutes later he came back to the table, no bottle or glass in hand. Which means, in 2 or 3 minutes he downed an entire cooler sized bottle of champagne. I went out there later, no bottle (ANYWHERE) which means he hid it so that I wouldn't notice it sitting on the counter with the recycling. I have NO clue where he put it or what he had done with it. He never asked me (nor anyone else) "Can I have"...had he I would have said yes. If I had done something like THAT he would have pitched a fit. It's not like it's an expensive bottle or anything but the whole idea. It was sneaky and rude. We went to bed at about 2, and when I got up this morning at 10am, the final and 4th bottle was sitting (empty) on the counter. I knew who had drank it. And it wasn't me.
On the upside of things we had a great visit. It's been different this time because for the first time in a long time the only "outside interference" has been my Dad's partner. It almost like it was just Dad, Kristen and I - Nancy, Leslie and Dede which it hasn't been in so long, it's been great. Dad's partner hasn't been around THAT much so it's almost been like old times. And that was wonderful. Aside from a few hiccups it was great.
I've missed my husband dearly, I've missed my kids (although I'll never repeat that) and my cats (and of COURSE Rio!!) But over all, I had fun. I was looking forward to coming home, and glad now that I'm here and that I went to my Dad's this weekend. I'll miss my friends until next year, but on the other side of the coin...there IS always next year.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
Kristen and I have known Leslie and Dede (Denise) (also sisters) since we were kids and in the last few years we have attempted to make a concerted effort to make it a yearly thing to get together. We all have difficult lives or distances to travel so it makes it hard. But the last 2 years we've made it more of a priority to get together. This weekend in fact we made a pact that we'd officially do this once a year, even though I think we all had already assumed we'd get together next summer.
My issues this weekend aren't "major". No one got killed or anything, however there have been ongoing issues at my Father's house (these issues have been going on for years now, so it's nothing new).
I am not a big drinker due to my father's side of the family having alcohol issues while I was growing up. I have many memories during my younger years (7-14) that just need not have occurred, however alcohol was involved and played a significant factor in many events that I have bared witness to in my life and as such I decided many years ago that was not going to be me. That's not to say that I've never been drunk - I have and if I were to profess otherwise, there are a few who would call bullshit and quite possibly produce photographic evidence to the contrary. HOWEVER I have never been an alcoholic.
My father has been involved with someone for about 14 years now who sadly is an alcoholic. I have a huge issue with this person when they've been drinking as the behavior becomes completely inappropriate. Things have been said and done that just...are not cool. Period.
Saturday when we went to town, we stopped at the liquor store. I purchased 4 small individual sized bottles of champagne for myself (they only fill one wine glass each). Not that I intended to drink all four, however I bought them none the less.
Dinner came closer and I enjoyed one with some great conversation and laughs with our friends as well as their mother, our father and my father's partner. I had put my drinks in the fridge so they could be nice and cold (for my enjoyment). I had a second (at some point) before we all sat after dinner to play some "Liar's Dice" ( a common after dinner game played at my Dad's). In the middle of the game, I noticed my Dad's partner get up at one point and go to the kitchen, open the fridge, grab one of my small bottles, close the fridge, and then I heard the bottle open. I sat there completely gobsmacked and like 2 or 3 minutes later he came back to the table, no bottle or glass in hand. Which means, in 2 or 3 minutes he downed an entire cooler sized bottle of champagne. I went out there later, no bottle (ANYWHERE) which means he hid it so that I wouldn't notice it sitting on the counter with the recycling. I have NO clue where he put it or what he had done with it. He never asked me (nor anyone else) "Can I have"...had he I would have said yes. If I had done something like THAT he would have pitched a fit. It's not like it's an expensive bottle or anything but the whole idea. It was sneaky and rude. We went to bed at about 2, and when I got up this morning at 10am, the final and 4th bottle was sitting (empty) on the counter. I knew who had drank it. And it wasn't me.
On the upside of things we had a great visit. It's been different this time because for the first time in a long time the only "outside interference" has been my Dad's partner. It almost like it was just Dad, Kristen and I - Nancy, Leslie and Dede which it hasn't been in so long, it's been great. Dad's partner hasn't been around THAT much so it's almost been like old times. And that was wonderful. Aside from a few hiccups it was great.
I've missed my husband dearly, I've missed my kids (although I'll never repeat that) and my cats (and of COURSE Rio!!) But over all, I had fun. I was looking forward to coming home, and glad now that I'm here and that I went to my Dad's this weekend. I'll miss my friends until next year, but on the other side of the coin...there IS always next year.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
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