Brigitte and I are not doing well because we're so stressed out with money woes. Sniping, crabby, sleepless, the both of us. My usual inclination is to get drunk but that only makes things worse.
Our handyman, Shlomo, (Brigitte calls him "Shlo-poke") came over today and he's pretty much in the same situation. He proposed that we throw a Miserability Party; everyone comes over, gets drunk and starts arguments. There is no food and you have to pay to get in. Good idea, no? The end of the evening will be 12 drunk drivers and a sense of hopelessness.
Yes, I like that.
Either that or everyone comes over and we all watch Casablanca. The thing is, you drink when THEY drink. The results is 8 drunk drivers (can't fit twelve in the bedroom) and a sense of hopelessness. But at least no fights. See how my mind thinks up wonderful things to do?
Also, Butter Chicken on Sunday and tasting menu at Arlette's on Saturday.
Did I leave anything out?
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