Mom and I had a WONDERFUL visit. I mean it. I'm glad she came. She's reading this, and Christmas is around the corner, but she really is just a joy to have around. For a weekend.So this morning, we were going to go for a walk, but both of us were seriously hungover. Mom's 61 years old and she can still hold her own at a bar. And if there are a few things I've learned from mom, it's how to handle a hangover, or stop the room from moving when you get in bed (in which case, put one foot on the floor; she taught me that when I came home drunk one night when I was 16). This morning, I introduced her to Mighty Fine Burgers and fries (no shakes; the first two have enough calories). Who needs a shake when you have the freshly ground salty beef patty (I splurged for a 1/2-pounder with cheese) with juices dripping and hot crinkle-cut fries? I say you can keep those shakes.
We said our goodbyes at the airport and she said, "Good luck tonight." I said do you mean with comedy or the boy? And she said, "Both." Because she knows I've taken a young cougar cub lover recently. Yeah, we probably share way too much and cross the boundaries of mother/daughter relationship.
I ran an easy run around Town Lake after I dropped her at the airport. It was a slow, hungover 3 miles. But better 3 miles than nothing at all.
Tonight, I signed up for open mic and my set was OK. My cougar cub was there and gave me some pointers. I tell you, I do not know how long this will last and honestly, I don't need to know. It doesn't matter. It's not serious. It's just physical stress relief that duals as a calorie burner. How great is that!?
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