2005-01-09 - 7:59 p.m.
today is my mom's birthday. i drove to tosa last night so i could spend the day with her. also, dad called me to see if i would make a cake for her. he was real sweet about it and picked up the ingredients for me.
when i got there last night, mom was pretty drunk. i didn't notice at first, but she kept smiling and staring at me. i took a polaroid of her because she looked so pretty smiling. it's sad how some people seem happiest and free-est when they're drunk or high.
i was pretty annoyed with her for staring at me so much. it's so self-indulgent. if she loves me so much, why didn't she build an actual relationship between the two of us???
we were going to watch a movie together, me mom and dad. of course, dad made us wait forever while he dinked around on the computer and took a shower. by the time he came upstairs to watch the movie with us, mom was passed out on the couch, practically snoring. dad got really pissed because she wouldn't move over so he could sit on the couch. i kept telling him that she was asleep and couldn't hear him, but he just stormed off. i ended up watching the movie by myself, with mom snoring next to me.
the movie was czech, at pretty good. it was about hiding a jewish man during WWII.
god, my parents are so depressing.
today was a little better. we went to brunch at the milwaukee art museum. it was all fancy. my parents drank a bunch of champagne. there was a string quartet, and the lake was frozen over and very pretty. and there was quiche and crepes and mini-eclairs.
after brunch, both my parents passed out for over an hour. my mom slept on the couch and my dad slept in the bedroom. i made the birthday cake and read Catcher in the Rye.
i gave mom some Mango-Lime salsa and a vase that she pointed out once. dad gave her a CASE of champagne. nice.
i'm glad to be back in madison. i really can't stand being in tosa too long. it just drains me. i'm really into catcher in the rye now, it's been a while since i read some good fiction. i'm trying to figure him out, holden caufield, and i'm trying to figure out how much of the book is anymore than a character analysis. the narration is so self-obsessed it's hard to tell.
