I like to call my fabulous, fun, funny, neighbors/friends who encourage mynear-alcoholism, my "'neighblers." They've earned the name for their amazing and comforting ability to make me feel like my alcohol consumption is normal. God bless. I love you guys. Tonight was a particularly fun/poignant night with the 'neighblers. See, every Sunday night, we do a little potluck deal, where everyone brings a dish and we drink, we eat, we drink and we watch a movie, and we drink...you get the idea. (Wow, now that I think about it -- when did my ass start to get this big?) So tonight, we were eating and drinking and watching a romantic comedy involving Jack Nicholson's ass (which I love, because how often do you really see Jack ass?). And here's why I love 'em. I notice glasses are empty. I praise group in general for consuming 3 bottles of wine. I suggest that maybe we could open number four. I get a kind of disinterested, "Oh, I'm fine," reaction from the crowd -- very low key and uninterested in the whole fourth-bottle thing. About 2 minutes later: I present open bottle number four. They move as one -- every person in the room (to a man/woman) leans forward enthusiastically and picks up his/her glass and smiles innocently while holding it out for a pour from the new bottle. "What? You didn't think we'd want a glass?" Crack my ass up. I LOVE you guys.
Anyway, I'm gonna go brew a little Pleasant Peppermint (hey, it's been a tough weekend!).
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