I went down to Beaumont with muh girl this weekend. The plan was to see Mama, see Sebastian, and then head to the beach for a lazy weekend of family, friends, fireworks, and free BBQ. Well, then Grace showed up. Not the baby kitty, and not the roommate’s niece. The tropical depression. No, tropical storm. No… Hurricane? No… Depression.
Nah, just a shitload of rain and wind. Friday night we just had some burgers, chilled with the Mama, and went to bed with Harmony.
Saturday, we were trying to decide whether to go to the beach. The weather wouldn’t make up its mind, so we stayed in Beaumont. We played with kitties, broke John C.’s monitor, and… well, the girls watched Sex & the City. That night Zohreh came over for a little bit. It was very nice to see her. Everybody needs some Z their lives. We had Sonic then went to bed. I read about half of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy while B watched more Sex & the City. Then more Harmony and more sleeping.
We slept way too damn long Sunday because of the stupid sheets that block 99% of the light in my old bedroom. Since Taylor no longer sleeps there, I think I’ll remove them next time I’m there. K & C & B and I went to Rao’s, had some amazing (and cheap) snacks, decided to move mused about moving to Beaumont, visited with Uncle Harley, Aunt Ninny, Papa, Granny Runt, Sebastian, Mariah, Bug, Zoey, and Baby, then finally went to the beach. Runon sentences are great.
It rained. A lot. But not before we were able to have some free BBQ at Dad’s and then blow some shit up at Uncle Dennie’s. Uncle Dennie was playing dominoes and said, “Farris, go look in my bedroom, on top of my chest of drawers, and get my overnight bag.” That was a slightly frighening request, but I was happy when I saw what the bag contained: various cardboard and paper objects covered and filled with various chemicals and gunpowder. Rene’s beau (Tim) and I where the pyrotechnicians of the evening.
I “smelled the smoke” as the pyros say. It was fun as hell. Uncle Dennie gets a big kick out of watching us burn and explode thousands of his hard earned dollars at the foot of his oceanfront deck.
After that, we went back to Dad’s, where we sat for a bit and then attempted to sleep in their downstairs bedroom. Unfortunately, there were fleas/mosquitos who didn’t want me to do that. They didn’t touch B, but my natural glucose levels where too tempting for them to pass up. I whined and said I was going upstairs. B followed me, out of the comfortable (save for the ravenous insects) bed, through the torrential downpour, into the cold but roomy upstairs part of the house. To our dismay, my brother had relocated from the bed he originally chose and fallen asleep in the only remaining bed suitable for two almost-normal sized human beings. So, we slept in the tinyassed top bunk of the bed Kenny & Cathy were in. The rain bothered B, and it was already very late, so we didn’t sleep much or well. But we did get to love on Ozzy the kitty for a while. My Dad has damn cool cats.
Monday morning Dad cooked an awesome breakfast. Then we watched a bit of History of the World Part I and headed back to Beaumont. We wanted to stop back by Uncle Dennie’s and say g’bye to the crew over there, but all the rain had flooded a portion of his street, and Kenny’s car could not make it. So we went back, gathered our things, ate Chic Fil-A, and headed back up here. We showered, I grabbed a bite to eat here at the house, and then we went to Chipotle to get B and John some food. I was still a bit hungry when I got back, so I had a big peanut butter sandwich. Then B went home, and here I am.
I’m trying to decide if I want to A) go to bed, B) go to bed and read, or C) play Tron 2.0. I’ll let you know how that went tomorrow.