Interesting Times in Andrew-ville…

Pull up a barstool everyone. Grab a beer.  I’ve got a sordid and interesting tale to tell. This can be filed in the strange, but true category. Dad, Charlie, and Horsefly came over very late last night.  I was already in the bed and quickly put on some shorts and my favorite Powder Milk biscuits t-shirt that seems to outlast time.   Maggie was barking very maniacally with anticipation by this time. Dad was drunker than shit to put it very bluntly, but very appropriately.  I didn’t believe it until I smelled the alcohol on his breath when he hugged me. I thought he was just being silly as he can be at times. I can't ever remember dad being drunk in my whole life. I was relieved Charlie was being the supervisor of the whole affair. Charlie and I were very kind as dad gave Maggie some TLC. Maggie acted like she didn’t know who he was – this strange smelling human that had taken over my father’s body.

“I’ve come to see my other daughter, Maggie,” dad said with a flourish of a grin as he drunkenly told me and boisterously walked into my home. “The one daughter who loves me no matter what I do.”

We did our normal routine of fixing Maggie's food and water. Charlie got us all in the car as Charlie and I wanted some sodas and candy bars at Fat Albert's before they closed. Charlie said I had read his mind when I mentioned candy bars earlier. He wanted a king sized Snicker’s bar and that’s what I had as well along with a giant Sprite cola. Charlie, like me, has a terrible sweet tooth.

“That will put some meat on your bones!” dad said snarkily chuckling to me as we got back into Charlie’s car just minutes before Fat Albert's would close. 

“My traction control for my car is going out,” Charlie told me showing me the light on the dash. “How much would that be to get it fixed?”

“Probably about a $1000 dollars,” I told Charlie honestly.

Charlie said he almost fainted. I told him to shop around and that Anti-lock brakes would be about the same as well. Charlie has 230,000 miles on that Chevrolet which is as strange as this blog entry may seem.  230,000 on a Chevrolet?

I was very worried about my father, though.  I know all too well the intoxicating effects that alcohol can provide and the dangerous way it can infiltrate your life and loosen your tongue. What would make a nondrinker drink like that?  Mom said she was going to kill him when he came home for worrying us so much.  Mom said dad got drunk at a wedding a few years ago and that was all she could think of as far as my father being intoxicated.