Red eye

On occasion, after a night of indulgence, I wake to find either I have scratched the thin layer of film on my eye, or – and I am guessing here – something minute has lodged itself beneath its oval, ocular frame.  It moves back and forth, swishing if you will, dynamically changing from mild annoyance to out right anxious fuckery.  I am guessing it happens only after a solid night if imbibing due to my ability to fall asleep awkwardly, and thereby laying my bald, dry eyeball on random bothers. Sure some may call it “passing out” but to me it’s just a comfortable settling in after a long day of work.  Either way, the bother is there, and the incessant blinking is no solution.  Wait, can’t a buy a solution? (play on words for you slow people)

It’s Friday.  It has been a very busy work social week which I knew was coming but was still not prepared for.  I did the kiss at night asleep and the kiss goodbye asleep in the morning to my kids all week.  I am not a fan of this ardor.  My boys are like a drug.  If I go too long without them I start to feel less like myself.  And, admittedly, the atavistic feeling occasionally pricks on freedom, but mostly I feel like I am walking through food courts without my wallet or I am missing the third and fourth toe of my left foot.

I did have a full on hung over barrage of cuddles and farty wrestles this morning, so, like any junkie, I feel somewhat sated with the love.  But, with a solo trip to a farm this evening, I will once again miss the ritualistic Friday night movie/Wii/Ipod Touch/easy dinner hanging out that I am longing for.  I am going to hang out with two brothers that I have known for 40 years.  Yes I am almost 42 meaning we are the offspring of now estranged parental friends.  Both of these brothers make me laugh.  They are of a different ilk than my crowd of thoroughbreds, but their confidence, quick smiles and occasionally salemensesque smarm are a constant source of warm feeling for me.  We have been trying to do this night for a long time, so, even while swallowing the occasional night after bile, I am looking forward to seeing them, their 4 wonderful girls and their god parents, my parent’s friends, for a night of drinking and telling lies.

They are also really really good at backgammon.  The betting kind.  Which I am dying to play.  Could be a long expensive night.