I find myself spending time alone on this Memorial Day. When others are out in the sun with family & friends, I realize that I have isolated myself from them. Today I am cleaning out the kitchen, throwing away pots & pans I no longer use or need.
Don’t get me started on the booze! What some reason my mother in law thought that I would enjoy having her leftovers. I just never threw them away. Little bottles of strange stuff, alcohol I would have no idea what to do with. Funny thing that yes, I do drink and at times too much. However I was never one for drinking at home. Maybe cause the drinks don’t taste the same. Maybe cause I can’t see myself drinking at home, like when I was young.
Flashing back, I would drink my dad’s stash before I would leave the house. I remember asking old drunkards to buy me booze because I was underage. Looking back, damn I was trusting, huh?! I think this is the main reason why I find it so difficult to drink at home, because it was for a purpose. To catch the buzz before I left home. No wonder why most of my friends now wonder why I am so mellow when I see them. Because when I met them at the clubs I was already buzzing pretty good. They always thought I was the wild one! HA!