I was most annoyed last evening to have freshly opened a can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep on hand to sometimes enjoy if I am watching some evening fare on T.V. via our Android TV Box, when ─ not four minutes into the episode of Good Girls that I had tuned in ─ I saw my younger brother arriving home from wherever he had been drinking.
In a huge haste to avoid becoming involved with him, I began shutting everything down and putting the stereo back on, and then I successfully made it upstairs before he had yet come in the front door. It was only around 7:15 p.m., so there was no sense in me trying to undertake my latter evening napping period extra early.
It occurred to me that the beer mightn't be wasted if I could find the episode online here at my computer, so turning my back on Google which tends to ignore such websites, I successfully located the episode after several tries through searching with the Yandex search engine. It's Russian-based, so it doesn't give a fig about Google's censorship nor the scheming wealthy people who are in back of the U.S. search giant that the West has made so successful.
And so I got to watch the episode after all ─ it played flawlessly.
Then not too very long after it had finished ─ it was around 8:15 p.m. ─ my wife showed up after being away since Friday morning when she left here around 10:30 to go to the Thai restaurant where she works part-time. She typically stays elsewhere over the weekends (such is our sorry marriage), but she usually returns before this long.
Anyway, Monday had been her birthday, and I had a bottle of wine and a birthday card on hand for her. When she found those, she approached me for a good shared hug.
And she has been home ─ apart from some errands she left early this afternoon to take care of ─ ever since. However, when she did return from those (after I had eaten my day's first meal), she announced that her two sons apparently wanted to take her out for sushi late this afternoon. A reservation had been made for 5:30 p.m., and she figured we ─ she wants me to go ─ all ought to leave around 5 p.m.
Well, it is presently 4:34 p.m. as I type these words, so I will have to break off from this post very smartly. I am not hungry, and I said as much; but she said that I could at least go and partake of some beer.
Sure, I could be steadfast over not going, but it is on behalf of her birthday, and it will also give me a chance to take some photos, so I am resigned to going along. But I had better begin readying....
Our destination proved to be Maguro Japanese Restaurant (Google Map) in the Guildford area of Surrey. And as it happened, we were its only dine-in customers ─ the restaurant focuses on pick-up orders now due to the fake 'plague' the world is supposed to be getting ravaged by. In fact, the restaurant was not even serving beer, if you can believe it! They offered 'hot saki', but I don't like having my alcohol boiled away, so only a peculiar tea was drank.
And I had some of the food order ─ my eldest stepson, 26 years old, was growing too full to care to handle it all (he's a 'gym rat' who is trying to maintain a 200-lb bodyweight).
I took these two photos at 6:18 p.m. ─ the first is him, and the second is his younger brother, the 23-year-old:
I used my digital camera for those, then switched over to my iPhone 5 for these shots at 6:20 p.m. ─ my eldest stepson used my phone to take the three photos that I am featured in:
So it was hardly an exciting family birthday celebration. We could have stayed home and drank whatever we wanted here. The restaurant didn't even have background music.
Of the four of us, I was the only one who was not spending most of my time staring into the screen of my cellphone ─ and I'm the one who was reluctant to go!
Wednesday is the day of the week when my younger brother catches a bus to rendezvous with a couple of drinking buddies at a pub, so he is never expected back home until sometime after 9 p.m. I don't know just when we diners returned home, but it may not have been any later than 7 p.m.
It was not too long before my wife announced wearily that she was going to have a nap. However, I soon enough noticed that the bedroom light was on; and then after about a half hour at very most, I could hear her talking on the phone.
The next I knew, she had emerged from the bedroom dressed to go out. And by about 8 p.m., she left, saying that she was going to the Thai restaurant where she works part-time. It is quite a drive; however, her employer is one of her closest friends, so I surmise that my wife is expected to have her birthday celebrated with the gang that will gather over there.
Will she be back home tonight? I don't know. She oftentimes does crash at her friend's home. It would be the sensible thing to do if they get into some serious partying.
Speaking of crashes, as we were returning home, we passed the scene of a very serious-looking traffic accident.
It is nigh 9:30 p.m., so I must put this post to rest and take myself to bed before my brother shows up. I have my early a.m. hours of work here at my computer ahead of me immediately after midnight.
By the way, I never had a taste of alcohol ─ not even back here at home!
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