I believe that it was after midnight when I got to bed last night, at which point my brother was downstairs drinking alone as he watched T.V. by himself, Bev having gone to bed. I have no idea when he finally retired, but on top of the beer he had drunk, he polished off most of a 750-ml (25.4 ozs) plastic bottle of Smirnoff vodka.
I have no idea where the vodka came from ─ I only saw it this morning. Maybe my eldest stepson did come visiting last evening.
This morning after being awake for some time, I decided to let off some urinary pressure by visiting the toilet, and in so doing I checked the time ─ it was either 6:47 or 6:49 a.m. And although I did return to bed, I soon chose to rise for the morning on the chance that I might manage a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups in the backyard tool shed, as well as the various squat-type exercises I engage to build up the strength of use of my lame right knee and the lower quadriceps muscles. I was unsure if I exercised at all yesterday ─ I don't believe that I did.
Well, by 8 a.m. I did visit the tool shed, for my younger brother had yet to emerge from his bedroom. It was lightly raining.
I was to discover that the muscles and such in my upper arms that are involved in doing pull-ups and chin-ups rebelled with painful discomfort, as if they were overtrained ─ for the life of me, I have no idea why. So all I managed was a single repetition in every set, but I held the dead hang of the final completed pull-up for a 45-count before my hands had almost slid off the two thick bars I was hanging onto.
When well after 9 a.m. my brother had still not shown himself, I boiled water for my day's first mug of instant coffee spiked with Lamb's black rum and Carolans. And I took control of the T.V. for when my brother did finally make his appearance.
Meantime while awaiting him, I tuned in a 45-minute video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: My Christmas Wish For All of You!
I watched until just past the 14½-minute Mark when David began singing "The Christmas Song" a capella. Actually I watched some of his singing until I realized that he seemed to intend to be doing the entire song, and that was when I tuned out ─ my brother was just then emerging from his bedroom anyway.
By that point it was already after 10 a.m.
I then tuned in a three-minute (3:03) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: So this is Christmas? 🎄John Lennon guilt trip! And also a six-minute (6:06) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's William Makis (Official Channel): MERRY CHRISTMAS 2025! A little update...
Switching gears entirely, I then tuned in Reacher ─ the premiere episode ("Welcome to Margrave") of season one. To my complete surprise, when it was done, my brother had enjoyed it so much that he requested the next episode ("First Dance"), so we watched that one, too.
Then when he requested "something short", I tuned in Blue Mountain State ─ episode two ("Promise Ring") of the first season. We had watched the first episode nigh a week ago, but at the time my brother never knew who actor Alan Ritchson was, so I wanted him now to compare the difference a dozen years makes.
Bev had meantime joined us midway through the sitcom, for by then it was around 12:30 p.m.
My brother again surprised me ─ without further ado, he started dressing to head off for a bus to meet up with one or more drinking buddies to play pool. There was no bloody way I could go anywhere in the public the way I felt, but at least he isn't lame like I am. But he will probably be blitzed tonight with all the alcohol that surely must have already been in his system from last night!
I left Bev with the T.V., and soon I was having an early afternoon nap, although I was tempted to instead tune in a Christmas movie and begin doing some further drinking here at my bedside computer, for I had earlier indulged in a second spiked instant coffee.
But had I watched a Christmas movie instead of napping, then I would never have likely been able to blog.
I had the nap, and then was downstairs fixing up my day's third spiked coffee when I had my third surprise today ─ my wife came into the house. I knew that she and her sons were getting together for a meal somewhere at 6 p.m., and I had figured that she was likely to show up, but it was still unexpected.
Once again, I declined involvement in the outing, for the boys were to have their girlfriends with them as well, and that was just a bit too much socializing for me to handle, especially in some public dining setting.
Besides, I really do want to do some drinking and get lost in some Christmas fantasy.
At present it is 5:19 p.m., and my wife is still home. Nevertheless, I am going to break from blogging so I can be set to jump right in when the opportunity to start watching a movie presents itself at the point when she and her youngest son head out.
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I watched 2000's Life-Size. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.
It was not at all a Christmas movie, but the sequel is; so I felt that I had to watch the original first.
I didn't realize that Lindsay Lohan was just a young teen of maybe 14 years old back in 2000. She seems to me like she should have been older. And what a beauty Tyra Banks was ─ my gosh! Her face was perfectly doll-like ─ flawless. In fact, her only physical failing by my estimation were her thin calves. That seems to be a problem area for Black women ─ they can have gorgeously developed physiques, but so often calves are their weak spot. The guys, too.
I began watching the movie before my wife and her youngest son had yet left, which they did not do until maybe the approach of 6:30 p.m., but I may be misremembering. Regardless, I leapt my bedroom door open until they had gone ─ I didn't wish to appear rude.
I drank a can of Sleeman's beer ─ my brother and I were gifted an eight-pack to share. I had taken four cans as my share, but I found the beer to be so weak (5% alcohol) as I watched the movie, that I chose to surrender the other three and have returned them to the carton downstairs ─ my brother can have them.
So I poured myself a good shot of rum that I drank to bring on the missing buzz, and then I got into a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) ─ a six-pack was also included in the collective gift to my brother and I, along with a dozen of the Cariboo beers (5.5% alcohol) that are his current choice for maybe the past couple of years. In truth, then, he got the best of the deal where the beer is concerned.
Oh, well. I just wish that I knew if the vodka had been a gift to us both from my eldest stepson last evening if he was here ─ I would drink the three or so ounces still remaining!
Right now it is 7:28 p.m., so I am going to tune in 2018's Life-Size 2: A Christmas Eve ─ I will update once it has been enjoyed.
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Okay, I saw its flaws, and understand why it flopped. But Tyra was exceptionally believable after 18 years, even if no one else was involved in the movie, and the plot was rather radically different.
It was fun and even cheery, yet often quite touching to the point of my ol' eyes burning. Tyra was as beautiful as she was 18 years before ... but why didn't Lindsay Lohan want involvement? The time transition would have been spectacular.
I suppose the movie ended around 9:28 p.m., for I realized thereafter that the entire roster of diners had returned and were below. I ventured below, and lengthily socialized or engaged in converse between my brother and my eldest stepson, who is seemingly as 'aware' as he is a brawny young man of 31 years.
I never did socialize with either of the girlfriends. My wife had taken upon herself the task wining the young ladies in the lower den area along with her younger son.
Evidently considerable time did pass.
Finally all of the guests departed, and Bev and my wife both resorted to their beds for the night. I was by then of a mind to watch some T.V. and drinks with my brother, rather than just also ditching him, so I ventured a third episode ("Spoonful") of Reacher ... and that even led to my brother requesting two more episodes ("In a Tree" and "No Apologies") before my brother offered resignation for the night.
I am completing this post nigh 2:22 a.m. Saturday, December 27. But how else to finish?
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