Where’s the good beer?!
At long last, after hours of traveling, several glasses of wine on the airplane, and a few sleeping pills later, I’m here (VIA DIAL-UP, just how backwards is this country?!). I’ve met and already won over all of my boyfriend’s family, so I can sit back and take it easy for the rest of the two-week vacation. My charm works quickly.
Now I’m at my boyfriend’s house waiting for dinner (I think it’s in the middle of the night Texas time right now, so no wonder my hunger cravings are totally off (who am I kidding, I can eat a shitload at any given time of the day), and I think the pointedness of my usual wit is entirely absent. Or maybe it’s the weird foreign beer forced into my hand to ease the pain of waiting for the internet to load. I just don’t feel witty or clever. But perhaps that’s just because I used up all my charisma in the previous day winning over all the appropriate family members with pre-conceived compliments on relevant topics (ie the sister loves fixing up her house, decorating, etc, so I told her what a great job she did fixing up BF with teaching him about important man-grooming habits and how to accessorize)).
But now I’m damn tired, and I’m going to go enjoy my foreign beer now and hopefully I won’t slip and tell BF’s younger brother how hot he is and is he up for a threesome?
