Good times

Tom's out with the guys tonight, watching a hockey game at a bar. I was invited, but all the previously mentioned cleaning was calling. I'm going to pick him up when he's done watching the hockey game.

So I cleaned the kitchen and got started on the living room. Gah. Talk about too much crap... all the national geographics that Tom dug out of the recycle bin onto a shelf, a bunch of stuff for Salvation army, including an old Mac that Tom plucked from beside the garbage bin. In perfect workin order, but old and grungy as hell:

A dvd player and vcr that we picked up from somewhere. We now have 3 vcrs and 2 dvd players. One of each has got to go... plus our old fried 27" TV (not to mention the 12" one in our storage downstairs:
And this nice wood face that Tom got from some guy he did a side job for--the guy carved it. My gp likes to eat it: And of course there is the wine I receive from work that no longer all fits in our little liquor cabinet. I got 8 bottles just this past weekend--they are everywhere:So, quickly overwhelmed, I do what any ordinary person would do under these circumstances:Yeah. Tom pulled this in big time. We bought our new TV last week, and Tom mentioned that he wanted to get this game as well as a Super Nintendo. On Friday night Tom went over to his friend's house and was playing that game on that station, and it turned out that his friend had two of each! An extra Super Nintendo and the game and 2 controllers (the Nintendo came with the game and controllers). So Tom raked in--all free.

After spending about 63 lives on one level I decide to quit for the moment and go grocery shopping. It's pissing down rain as I get to my car. A huge ass penis-extension* of a pick up truck pulls up beside my car and stops. I figure a) some little punks are going to try something b) someone is going to ask for directions or c) they are waiting for my parking spot in which case they are assholes. (Don't ask me to explain that one.) But I was wrong... on all accounts. Because the passenger side door opened and a staggeringly inebriated Tom fell out. I must have looked shocked because the girl who drove him home (his coworker's girlfriend) was apologizing all over the place. Hell, I was totally grateful that she drove him all the way home!! And I told her that.

So... opened up doors for Tom on our way up to the apartment to speed his way to the bathroom. He paused at the entrance to our building and I asked "are you going to puke" he said, "I'm judging...". It was cute, so I smiled. and then he got this little silly drunk grin on his face.
Fifteen minutes later, he puked repeatedly and then I helped him into bed, taking off his clothes, and bringing a bucket.

Now he's snoozing peacefully
and I'm making taco salad for lunch tomorrow. I hope your evenings have been a little more peaceful.

*Genius. One of the best blog posts I've ever read.