It's like Tuesdays with Morrie without all the wisdom
We All Go a Little Mad Sometimes
Happy Easter.
I have many friends. Rum is not one of them.
My mom is here for one more night, but my brother and sister-in-law and their 3 boys left earlier today after a couple of nights of proving that none of us are mature enough to be entrusted with housepets, let alone children. Bryan and I have so much fun with these people and we just lose our heads with the loveliness of it all and we can’t be trusted to just play cards and sip some wine like regular grown-ups. Here is a good rule to live by: When the wine is gone, you’ve had enough. Don’t go get your mom’s rum and decide that you think you can drink like a real drinker. You can’t. It will end badly. Sure, there will be lots of fun before it all goes badly (and during the part where it is going badly for you, your houseguests and husband might act like it’s the best part of the night. For they will still be laughing. And taking pictures of you going badly.)
Before it all started to go badly, though, I’m pretty sure that the 4 of us solved most, if not all, of the world’s problems. Pretty sure. We were so frickin’ smart last night! You don’t even know.
And the daylight hours were precious. The 6 kids (7 if you count my mom, which I do) played together well. We ate good food. We talked good talks. We drank good drinks. And as a bonus, we remembered to put the Easter baskets out. It was a happy Easter
To prepare for next year, I’m going Catholic and I’m giving up rum for Lent. I’m also going to start working on my dodge ball dodging because whenever my brother gets a ball in his hands, he insists on acting like he’s 13 and I’m 7 again. Yes, I took a soccer ball to the back of the head while we were at the park and then I had to listen to Mike cackle maniacally. Just a warning, old man, laughing that hard at your age is unattractive and unhealthy, so stop it.
I guess you wouldn’t be up for drinks at the Ravari room tonight then eh? Just kidding. But get well before midweek will ya. We need to tie one one. I feel your pain though. I have been there and will never, NEVER, ever, never, ever, ever, never, never, Ever drink rum EVER again!!! I mean I know the rules. Right. Beer before liquor, never sicker. Liquor before beer, never fear. Words to live your life by, no doubt. But it gets tricky with the wine, doesn’t it? I mean, what are the rules there? I guess you could write one based on your experience and save thousands of college kids from nights of wearing their insides on their outsides – that is if it is catchy enough and sing songy enough for them to not only remember, but pass on. Something like “When drinking wine, rum is not so fine.” I don’t know, it needs some work. Whadya think?
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