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Well, ok, I don't think she was drinking blackberry wine. And I don't think she got drunk. I was drinking her blackberry wine and I got very drunk. I was also doing shots of peach schnaps and had one large rum and coke. I didn't think it would be enough to get my drunk, but it did and it made me sick too. Jaime had 5 shots of tequila that's at least 50 years old (smooth as can be though) and chased them with beer. Do I need to mention he was sick all night?
Grandma is not fucking around when it comes to booze. She's stocked up, she's got plenty of ice, she's got those little stirring sticks, more than enough shot glasses, and everything else you could want. Since I wasn't driving last night, I took advantage of the situation.
I sorta have mixed feelings about grandma and grandpa W. I'm sure they contributed substantially to my fucked up life and I blamed them for more than a few things that...didn't go my way...and of course, i had no idea how I could forgive them for selling the ranch. Yeah, it was their property, but I was 16 at the time and not entirely logical.
Their new house is absolutely gorgeous. Their new property is gorgeous and so far away from civilization, but close enough so they're not ocmplete hermits. They have two new gorgeous horses and they're very happy now. In fact, I wish I could spend more time with them. I'd love to come back and spend like an entire month, writing my own stories, and writing down theirs as well. I don't think I could swing it though. Too bad it didn't occur to me sooner. I guess I'll have to start calling them more often.
By this time tomorrow I'll be in Vegas. We're leavign super early tomorrow to get there by early afternoon. I'll probably be so exhausted from dealing with my family that I won't even want to leave my room.
Grandma is not fucking around when it comes to booze. She's stocked up, she's got plenty of ice, she's got those little stirring sticks, more than enough shot glasses, and everything else you could want. Since I wasn't driving last night, I took advantage of the situation.
I sorta have mixed feelings about grandma and grandpa W. I'm sure they contributed substantially to my fucked up life and I blamed them for more than a few things that...didn't go my way...and of course, i had no idea how I could forgive them for selling the ranch. Yeah, it was their property, but I was 16 at the time and not entirely logical.
Their new house is absolutely gorgeous. Their new property is gorgeous and so far away from civilization, but close enough so they're not ocmplete hermits. They have two new gorgeous horses and they're very happy now. In fact, I wish I could spend more time with them. I'd love to come back and spend like an entire month, writing my own stories, and writing down theirs as well. I don't think I could swing it though. Too bad it didn't occur to me sooner. I guess I'll have to start calling them more often.
By this time tomorrow I'll be in Vegas. We're leavign super early tomorrow to get there by early afternoon. I'll probably be so exhausted from dealing with my family that I won't even want to leave my room.