Tomorrow I am to attend the 90th birthday of a relative. By myself. Cause the rest of the house called "not it" before me, damn them. I love my aunt, and overall my family is cool.. but it's being held in a retirement village... so.. old people dust. You know.. the dry, papery smell of rose or lavender.. the sandpaper and chalk sound of rustling ... stuff. I shudder just thinking about it! The bad lipstick, aqua-net and scotch mint candies with the overall smell of Ben-Gay and mothballs, the rattling of cheap costume jewelery. Pretending to know who the hell is hugging me, and calling me by my sisters name. I have to be SOCIABLE!?! Talk about the weather, the game (?? baseball? football?.. the superworldseriesofhockymonton) pretend I know who Jennie is and that she had a baby. And the worst of all... it will be me in far fewer years than I want to acknowledge! And my hemroids are acting up.
I think I'll start drinking now.....
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