Funerals and Liquor are NOT a good mix.

Hey everyone,

How is er’body doing? I’m doing hella better now that the week-end is over. *thanks Jesus* Needless to say my week-end was rittled with bad news and a lot of heavy drinking, not too mention some irreversible decisions on my part. The decisions I’ve decided to keep to myself, I have a few private thoughts ya know…believe it or not. 😛

Thursday I found out that my great Uncle Bryant passed away. I’m not going to lie and say we were really close and cool, we honestly weren’t. But regardless if you and someone passing were tight or not you still have sorrow for their close family members. Not too mention the all too familiar life is short/we all eventually die aspect pops up to haunt you. I also have some unresolved issues about my grandmother passing away nearly 5 years ago. Death is hard to deal and cope with. I’m one of those people that if its out of sight, it’s therefore out of mind, I run like hell if I something gets to me and I can’t deal with it. That was my issue with my grandmother, I ran when I should have stayed, I still haven’t forgiven myself.
Uncle Bryant, what can I say? He was a great guy, world war II veteran with an amazing life story. He gave up everyday functioning on his left side for his country. Really depressing story that goes a long with that: Generally when it comes to family matters I’m not what you would like to call "an active participant"…well unless it’s immediate family. I generally send a card or give someone a call. The wake was on Saturday, I worked until 7:30 and my mom called me when I got off. She asked if I would stop by, I felt guilty and told her I’d be there in a minute, if it hadn’t of been for her I probably wouldn’t have went. Funerals, even wakes, depress me so much. I seen quite a few family members there. Most of them commented on how they hadn’t seen me since *holds out hand about two feet off the ground* I was THAT tall. A little awkward to say the least… I payed my respect, talked to family, and waited for the most convient, tasteful moment to leave. Thank goodness my mom and uncle had been there for a bit so they were ready an hour after I got there.
I got home, and started drinking. Steph, Thomas, my sister Christy, and Dwaylon were planning on going out to the club that night, so we had liquor frosty and waiting for whenever the drinking should start. My bottles started pouring about 8:45 that night, and didn’t stop until about 7 that morning. Here’s a list of all the alcoholic beverages I consumed some weren’t whole beverages but a couple of chugs here and there, thank goodness too or I probably would have gotten sick or passed out.  I started with the classic coke and Rum and a lot of it, followed by a couple of swigs of Gin and orange juice, got to the club chugged a Sparks malt liquor/energy drink plus a couple of swigs, got some Cuervo and coke from some dude, dranks some Sminoff ice, a bud light, got some Vodka and coke off Dob, finished off the night with some Miller draft. All in all 4 different liquors, 3 beers, and about half of a wine cooler. I was drunk…I ain’t even going to lie. There might have even been some Crown in there…but that meeting was a little fuzzy. I had a good time at the club, I was a P.I.M.P. but unfortuantely it was followed by a not such a good time once I got home. Shit got complicated to the say the least, and I was a little on the inebriated side so I didn’t make such great choices, but I didn’t get sick! 🙂 I’m a souljah on that part. I took my last chug of beer a little before I decided the funeral later that afternoon wasn’t a good idea. 

Sunday, we had a really good family dinner with the immediate members. There were suppose to be nine of us, but it ended up only being six. We had a good time catching up, making each other laugh, and just chilling out. My uncle came in from out of town, and it was good seeing him. There was of course the underlying presence of bad news, the whole "It was good seeing you, it sstinks that it was under such conditions…"

Michael and I are doing good, he is the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I love him so much, and surprisingly he loves his beaner too:) He was going to go to the funeral with me, I did have some plans of actually going and I asked if he’d come with. Michael works with my late Uncle Bryant’s son, Pearly, so it wouldn’t have been awkward and he would have had a purpose there. But I thought that was really sweet of him to say he would go. Michael really wasn’t up for the family dinner later that afternoon, he slept most of the day. He’s been really stressed out here lately, he’s had to go to court a couple of times over some stupid shit. There’s a lot of political pressure over him, and it’s grinding on his nerves. But he’s taking it fairly well, I’m really proud of him.

But I’m going to get to work, people are starting to get here earlier and I don’t want any of them looking over my shoulder. I know my business isn’t all that important, and I really shouldn’t be updating at work…but that highly annoys me. So do stubborn, rude, old people…I guess I’m in the wrong business then:P

I’ll holla:P
-Kayla