It’s days like this that I wish I hadn’t given up drinking. Sadly I have no choice but to experience today in all of its excruciatingly gory detail.

Wifey’s aunt and uncle are celebrating one of those milestone anniversary — let’s just say it’s the gold one, I think, anyway. Nobody was smart enough to rent a hall, so we’re having the party here at Chez Uisce. Which might not have been so bad when it was thirty-some folks, but it seems to have grown to fifty-some, and yes, we’re still going to try nd pull it off.

Grown, and there’s a story — some of the attendees are what let’s just call self-invited. Yes, there are cousins and nieces and other relations who haven’t seen fit to visit with the guests of honor for multiple decades… but “oh, we’d love to see them,” was the general theme. No “what can we bring” or anything like that. Bastards.

At least it’s going to be rainy so we have to all be indoors together. And at least Wifey’s asshole brother-in-law is going to have a bone to pick with me (another story, and I promise I’ll tell it soon).

Oh well. But chat me up (whiskey dot talking at yahoo) if you care to. You’ll get to hear the latest. :)