Family Meal Fridays

We started a weekly tradition on Friday night that will go on for at least one week, and its called Family Meal Fridays. The concept is easy to grasp - we gather and share a meal and our stories from the week and a whole bunch of booze so that we don't drop our entire paycheck at the bar.

The inaugural dinner was cooked by Beth, and she made a delicious Chicken Parmesan and Eggplant Parmesan. I was in charge of delivering the liquor, and for that I had to make my first trip to Cost-U-Less.

If I could take a moment and praise the driving experience on the island. Cons include a very mountainous terrain and cars that park in your lane and just throw on the flashers (much like double parking in NYC except there is not "single" car to make it a "double" park). Pros include how much sense it makes to drive on the left side of the road, how everybody stops to allow you to turn, and the fact that there is no open container law.

So after a series of sharp turns and 45 degree inclines, I found Cost-U-Less. Beth had already brought over one JV bottle of white wine, so I picked up a handle of rum, another JV bottle of white, a Varsity bottle of red, and a case of beer. Inspired by Annmarie - a JV bottle is the normal sized bottle of wine, a Varsity bottle is 1.5 liters. Kier's two sayings are "Bitches be crazy" and "This ain't no JV." She sure is special.

Justin and Smitty coach a high school football team, so they show up after their practice and dinner starts. By this point everyone was about two drinks too many into the night, so it was less of a "dinner" and more of a "feeding". We were animals. It was like we'd been fasting for the month of Ramadan, except taking nights off too. With the snap of your fingers there was no more food and a whole bunch of dirty plates.

...more like what didn't we do that night. We played Apples to Apples. We played guitar and sang off the balcony. We told stories. We laughed, we loved, we prospered. At one point Justin took my phone, called DC's phone (who was sitting next to him) and had a three minute conversation with his voicemail about which GI Joe was the best (and got in an argument about it with himself and threw a chair, it was pretty intense). My vote is for Snake Eyes.

In the morning there was no alcohol left. All of it was gone. While we were sleeping a hurricane must have come through our apartment because it could not be described as tidy. I looked in the mirror to check the travesty that was looking back, drank a pitcher of water and went back to sleep.