“And now is my favorite portion of the evening, now I will balance my wine glass on my head. Your father LOVES this part. Only last time, he didn’t give me the attention I was so desperately seeking, don’t actually remember why not as it was just us drinking together at the house, but anyway I had to up the ante and place my wine-glass stem between my teeth — which would have been VERY impressive — but I ended up biting through the glass.
“Maybe later I will do impressions. Remind me to do Mol when she flirts with a boy.
“Isn’t your brother’s hair cute? I wasn’t all about that bohemian look, but it’s been growing on me. Starting to like it. He’s dang cute. Not just his hair – but I really like him all around. You and your sister? Well, you both need a lot of work, God love ya, you and your issues, but your brother: el perfecto.”
[She then starts (disturbingly) humming the intro to Eric Clapton’s Cocaine]
March 14, 2008 at 12:12 pm
hahahaha your mother sounds fantastic. i’d looove to see her do an impression of you flirting with a boy.
March 14, 2008 at 3:19 pm
is this cute, or embarassing?
March 15, 2008 at 2:07 pm
Shant – oh she is so proud of it. It involves a lot of eyelash batting and turning her head from side to side as if my little brain is oh so confused
Monkey – not embarassing in the least. We were having takeout Chinese and drinks on one of the condo’s patios and the mom had had one glass too much. It’s such a rarity that it’s her turn to be The Drunk One (usually the three of us children do fairly well taking out turns) that it amuses me. A lot.
March 17, 2008 at 1:56 pm
well, that’s good! i was imagining a busy bar and you hiding behind your hand :D