Happy Easter and other short stories

Shew! Easter was crazy.. probably the longest day this gal has seen in a while. Am stoked to have started blogging again to be able to get some of these thoughts down ...

Woke up way to early and got some work done before i was expected to be anywhere. Then had to go and pick up my gran at the old age home, something I was dreading. It makes me so sad to see such a strong woman in such a state. She can't walk at all anymore, she can't talk, she can't even feed herself. Anyway I managed to get her into my car and made the mammoth trek from the home to my dads house. Much comedy ensued as we tried to get my gran from my car into the house. Well tragic comedy.

This easter was strange for several reasons. My mom decided to stay home, which made us all sad because we never know if it's her last easter. My siblings have now finally declared themselves too old to look for eggs :( Well my sister wanted us to hide them so next year i think we can revert back to the easter egg hunt. Had a lovely lunch and had fun with my little boet whom I actually miss terribly when he stays at my dads house. Usual sister and brother fighting exhausted us all and after lunch my dad promptly fell asleep.

By this stage i was completely pooped, and just wanted to have a nap in my own bed with some furry sausages as cuddle companions. Alas.

After i got home i got an eerily well timed call from Al who was pissed and wanting to go out. He had caught me just before I fell asleep. So i'll go for a sundowner and come home to feast on easter egg chocolates before i pass out ~ well it sounded like a great plan.

Went and picked poor drunken Al up, and settled into a comfy spot at my favourite drinking hole. Waiters had a good laugh at my pretty pink dress. "Did you go to church today daaaahling?"

Al spent first part of evening waxing lyrical about his love for me, and vowing to fight for my everlasting love. I think he even proposed to me a few times. He's the opposite of a commitment phobe, which is pretty rare these days.

My Awesome Gal Pal joined us and we three preceded to get mighty drunk. Beer, shooters, southern comfort, wine and more shooters. We even called mr fun.

At some point a raging headache started attacking my temples.

"who are you?"
I am your HEADACHE
"what do you want"
I want you to go home and stop drinking
"i don't wanna, i'm having fun talking shit and drinking beer"
We'll see about that ...

By this stage Awesome Gal Pal was having superdeep heart to heart with bar lady, Al was passed out on a super comfy couch , and i just wanted to go home.

Of course things never go according to plan, Gal Pal got teary and needed plenty hugs and listening to by this stage. I just wanted to go home.

Finally a few hours later we managed to drag her out of there... Drove Al home and promptly passed out. After much moaning about headache of course.

Guess the headache won after all.

And as usual in the light of new day I vow never to drink again. We'll see about that!