get in my mouth

Good morning, folks. Happy Friday. Finally. There’s sunshine again, and it looks like we should see a decent amount of it today. Consequently, I also woke up to the washer running bright and early. However, this means I’ll have clean pants for the day tomorrow.

I also woke up to discover that the Chromebook decided to reboot and I nearly lost the newest version of the route northward. I had been attempting to keep to one hotel chain, as well as modify things slightly because one day’s drive was roughly two hours longer than the other days. The current plan is leaving on a Sunday morning, and arriving on Thursday afternoon. I’ll have stops in Memphis, Hannibal MO, Minneapolis-ish, and Bismarck, ND. Shawshank‘s Mom wants to meet me in Minot, ND to swap some of what I’m hauling up into her truck.

The big plan for today is dinner at the Compound. Brian’s childhood friend is in town for a family vacation, and has brought down six members of his brood. Brian’s mom invited everyone over for spaghetti dinner.

We were tasked with bringing bread and dessert, which meant a trip out to the store yesterday. I spent the afternoon making desserts. There are two pies of questionable quality and taste. Brian’s uncle will eat pretty much anything, and at least one of the pies should be edible. I also made a batch of white chocolate toffee bark that will probably go over much better. Additionally, I imagine my desserts won’t be the only sweet stuff there.

I don’t really want to go; I don’t feel very social lately. From what I understand, the friend, his wife, and at least one of their kids and the family associated with them will be there. I don’t relish my Sunday evenings over there half the time, and that’s only two extra people for dinner. This is seven extra people. I’ll medicate myself until I’m friendly. Fuck it, I’ll be openly medicating.

On top of that, the family friend drinks like a fucking fish, and that’s not my really jam. My current thought is to charge ALL THE THINGS, load up the playlist and the headphones and go into whichever part of the yard doesn’t have the crowd. I’m debating bringing the softies as well, because drunks and kinds are drawn to my type of attractive nuisance. The last thing I want to deal with is taking a fully clothed swim to rescue a toy I needed a fundraiser to pay for.