Alcohol for the Bunny
Alcohol works for me.
Moving back home to live with your parent(s) maybe one of the most difficult thing for a young adult. After 4 years of peace, sharing the same roof with my mom is a great challenge. Among other things that tick me off, I can’t really compose myself day in an day out. Sigh! But last night, having some alcohol in my system put me to rest instantly… OK, maybe I had a little too much to drink.
Aunt I’s husband, Phil and his son, Leigh is visiting us this week. With them they brought around the need to practice good understandable English in the house, and great fellowship that comes along with good food. I had my first Yiros yesterday for lunch. Finally, I have an idea what the madness at home about that food was all about. For dinner, we had a pot luck with close friends and our neighbors. Aunt Simone and I were having white wine from Aussie. We finished the bottle. Uncle Voon brought over a bottle of really good Spanish red. I had 2-3 glasses of that too. I didn’t really eat much at the table so I decided not to have my whiskey.
Anyways, the drinks did do me some good. I didn’t have to deal with certain things that still and will piss me off. So, I guess for a restful night and a composed self, I do need my "fix" every now and then.
Cheers!
