Friday, January 26, 2007

Just keeping track of thoughts
I moved out of my dad's house, for the most part. It was creating too much animosity between my mother and I; then between my Step-mother and myself. Something about me with female authoritive figures just doesn't mix well. Not sure precisely what it is but damn, it sucks.

So I went on "vacation" with my mother to visit some relatives. The days went as follows:

day 1) Driving up in the blizzard from hell trying to reach Oscoda, MI before my Aunts boyfriend that was in jail for beating her gets out. Assuming that if he were to be a fool he'd do it right away, just to make her feel safe we went to visit. On the way up my mom opens up her fifth of SoCo and starts drinking while driving, in a blizzard, in a vehicle she's never really driven often in the snow and proceeds to bitch about it the entire way up there. Her drinking got worse the further north we got and by the time we made it to my Aunts house she had nearly a half of it gone. She proceded to drink the rest of itaccept 2 shots within 2 hours. She was nodding out, and like most drunk people, had a volitile demeanor. Freaking out one minute and happy-go-lucky the next. For the most part she was bitter and mean. It was her first night there so I would have let it blow by had it not been for the third night.
day 2) We woke up and she was sober, to my knowledge and we visited my Aunt and then went to see my other Aunt. I drank there, Bon-bons are awesome. We had a good time, for the most part my mom keep herself in line. And we went to the bar were my Aunt works and got some drinks and kept her company until close. My mother should not have driven but insisted that it was too cold to walk. She was relativly copasetic, but being pulled over would have been another ticket for her.
day 3) She woke up and immediately had a few shots of scotch. We stopped and she got a pint of SoCo and we visited yet another Aunt of mine. She'd only drunk about a third of it while we were there, because it's kind of hard to drink and talk at the same time. By the time I had driven my Aunt that we originally went to see home my mom had finished her pint. It took all of thirty minutes. After that she left for my Aunt's bar and had one drink, cause she was trashed. So much so that it had taken 3 people to get her back into the place where we were staying. It was so embarassing for my Aunts. Later she say something to the effect of: it's ok to act like an ass in a place were nobdy knows you. But she had sat at the bar and likely told everyone there that she is the bartender's sister. That isn't right, I can't believe this happened. I'm so embarassed. And she's not. She doesn't even think that there's anything wrong with what she did. How do you tell an alcoholic that what they are doing is wrong? You don't do you?

GGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-e
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