First, two weekends ago I got a little action, which was nice. Some friends of friends visited the city, and one of them was very tall. Fine, he was also funny, nice, and laid-back. But I think it was mostly the tall thing. (The last guy I dated was short, both physically and metaphorically.) So tall man and I had a good time, with no strings attached since he lives far far away. Satisfying.
Next, my youngest brother got in some trouble with a buddy, and buddy has since placed all the blame on brother, unfairly. Since then, the two have had a falling out, and buddy is campaigning against brother, trying to make friends pick sides, and making up stuff in the process. Fine, kids get in trouble, drama ensues, right? Right. Well buddy's MOM proceeds to email brother on facebook, basically telling him to leave her poor baby alone. !!!! My own nasty high school flashbacks aside, this woman is so out of line that I'm seeing red. I spent an hour last night sitting up in bed, thinking of all of the horrid things I could say to her. I ended up with this: "Please refrain from sending personal email messages to my underage brother on the internet. It is wildly inappropriate."
Of course I won't exacerbate the situation by contacting this ridiculous stranger. Even I can see that she's trying to protect her baby and protect the current image she has of her baby. (He couldn't possibly have wanted to do any rule-breaking on his own. It was that horrid Brother who influenced him. Yes. That MUST be it.) But don't think I don't have my own inner Momma Bear! A grown woman harassing my baby brother online . . . who does she think she is . . . her kid is the older one fergawdsakes . . .
Luckily, little Brother is more of a man than most 25-year-olds you meet, so he's handling it pretty maturely. He impresses me all the time, really.
Next, my girlfriend is getting married in 2 months, and her mother unexpectedly passed away last week. Holy shitballs, you guys, talk about bad timing. She's devastated, of course. As is a big fat chunk of their community. Blargh. So I'm pretty sad for my friend and her dad. Dayum. I was able to fly out for the funeral, and my badass buddy wrote and delivered the eulogy herself. And I'll tell you something else - she kicked that eulogy's ass something fierce. She's going to be ok. She knows she's strong, but I don't think she realizes how effing strong she really is.
In other news, I'm doing splendidly in my first grad class, though I'm behind this week and need to take my midterm in the next few days. Super scary. I'm also super broke, which is always a good time.
I'm off to wash my purse, which is currently marinating in the 7-up I didn't close tightly enough for the ride home from work. A delight.
