Monday, May 12, 2008
Parents are always toughest on the eldest sibling. Yesterday I went over to my parents' house for Mother's Day dinner. In conversation it came up that on Friday night I fell over while drunk.
"You've hit rock bottom!" cried my mother. "When you fall over, that's when you've hit rock bottom. You don't know where you are or how you're going to get home, and you can't keep track of your bag and all your money."
"That's ridiculous," I sputtered. "Remember last year when miT came over after he'd been at the races all day, and he was shitfaced and passed out? You didn't say he'd hit rock bottom."
At this point, miT interjected, "I lost my undies that day."
"You've hit rock bottom!" cried my mother. "When you fall over, that's when you've hit rock bottom. You don't know where you are or how you're going to get home, and you can't keep track of your bag and all your money."
"That's ridiculous," I sputtered. "Remember last year when miT came over after he'd been at the races all day, and he was shitfaced and passed out? You didn't say he'd hit rock bottom."
At this point, miT interjected, "I lost my undies that day."
