Gin and Soda

Don't really have anything fascinating to say...was just checking out my old writings on here in the same way that you sometimes look at an old photo album and go, "Wow, that was cool." So I figured maybe I should write something just in case blogspot tries to kick my ass off of here at some point...need to keep logging in.

So, had the usual Christmas extravaganza in San Antonio this year, lots of food, lots of liquor....I haven't stayed up this late this many nights in a row since college, I don't think. On Christmas Eve we partied at my cousin Tommy's house, who invited some friends over in addition to family...this one friend, a lawyer, wears "costumes" whenever he goes out....you're not supposed to ask about the costumes, as he apparently will become agitated with you. You're just supposed to accept the experience as it is...in front of your face. He apparently has one that consists of a large, red "one-z" and a tu-tu. Seriously, I'm not making this shit up. Last night he came as a "Christmas cowboy"....part Santa, part cowboy, part DALLAS cowboy....with flashing red and green glasses...I'm not sure which part of the costume those went with. Whatever. His trophy blond wife found it extremely funny that I would exclaim "F!" a lot...not fuck, I would just say "F!!!" Whatever.

Yeah family and gin.