Tipsy Ramblings

I have had too much alcohol. I’m not gonna wake up hurling and praying for death, but I will absolutely sleep late, then guzzle a huge glass of water before regretting a thing or two I said.

I’m vomiting words here because I designed this thing to be anonymous. I mean, I realize the very act of creating a WordPress blog means I’ll be leaving a paper trail, but I think I made it convoluted enough that the path is twisty and hard to follow. And I am so not worth that effort. Just believe me, because if you don’t, you’ll only end up disappointed.

On to (more) drunk rambling.

My parents visited me for 2 weeks and left this past Wednesday. On Thursday, my little sister Leigh (not her real name, ’cause this is anonymous) came to visit. It’s been a hard month, full of activity.

What I’m trying to say is that I earned tonight.

Leigh and I share the same biological father, and she’s 6 years younger than me. She learned I existed when she was 7. I learned she existed when I was 16.

Did you do the math? That’s kinda fucked up, right?

My bio-father fucked off when I was 2. He didn’t raise me. He also didn’t raise Leigh. But when I was 16, he thought we should meet each other, and I agreed. It was possibly the best decision I’ve ever made.

I don’t really have a grand life lesson here or any real wisdom to impart or any point at all. I just know that I love my little sister, and more importantly, I like the fuck out of her. Tonight was one of my best nights ever, and all we did was sip wine and gossip and be inappropriate and just *be* with each other. And it was just…good.