Home is oh so sweet

I took a little time off from slanging chowdah (soup, not cocaine GUYS) to go back PB and pretend like I'm a celebrity again. FABULOUUUUUUSSS. but really, in San francisco my friend group is in the 10-20 range with outer circles of acquaintances and coworkers. At home theres my entire lives collection of friends and just not enough moments in the day to have all the stoner conversations that I need.

The first day back I went to In n out with my mom then walked the dog to gelato bus stop and rubbed my ass on the window to get Brooks attention and it DID! and we screamed and danced and then she had to scoop de loop for some SDSU poops so I walked to Good Time  Charlies and saw the whole gang. Customers were getting up from their tables and hugging me and all the old foagies were still clinging to the bar for their lives and a drink. I had a couple of beers and talked with some about my grandpas passing and they gave their condolences. I then dragged abby to Chelseas empty house then found her over at Matty Mos in a blazed daze. Then I headed back home and mom called my aunt and cousin so i could surprise them. she told my cousin brandon there was a present for him in the oven  then i popped out and grabbed his ankles and he just kept walking to see what was in the oven. humph.

Now to wait for rachel and dad to arrive from their Tucson drive. Mom said they'd be back around 6. They had no idea i was home 2 days early so I sat under the christmas tree with a fat red bow on me and the video camera prepped. Now we wait. and wait...... and wait. maybe ill just turn on the tv and then when i hear something ill just roll on the floor and army crawl under the tree. nah, the devil knows I'm not that fast. Ill just set up a bed under the tree with the remote and a bowl of baby twix. I do this surprise attempt a total of 5 times, all resulting in sad, sad videos of my ass crack crawling away from the camera and peeping through the window to see nothing. I text Rachel because i can't keep this up much longer and the dog is no help. After that long ass walk she's not budging. She replies that they stopped at the CASINO. THEYVE BEEN AT THE CASINO FOR THE PAST 3 HOURS. Every car door slam that i heard was a false alarm! So i had wasted a good 4 hours of anxiety and paranoia. SO, when they actually arrive Abby perks the fuck up, i turn on the camera, and they turn around and see me and we scream and spin for a very merry moment! until i realize i didn't turn on the camera and we had to reenact it. ha

The next day we went to Annes house, had poorboy and played with her 2 new kittens on her trampoline. Spent some time with my cousins. They have to be the most hysterical people i have in my life other than myself... They have this comedic timing I only wish i could master. We all practiced doing the worm with major failures and injuries, made a bunch of Cinemagrams and watched mitch play drums. with a rubber chicken. yes he's that good. baddum  ttchhhh

CHARLEE GIRL! Never a dull moment with tuna face. 

 I stopped by the PB Pub to say hi to some of my grandpas old friends. The bartender showed me that they had made him a santa hat Glitered to shit that read "fuck you you fuckin FUCK- Butch" precious. Im glad that attitude lives on.There was also a picture of the bartender and my grandpa. She told me a story about once he drove her to the airport and right as she got out he stuck his tongue down her throat. this made be gag and giggle. a little.

 Reunited and it feeeeeels so gooooooood!

Went out to breakfast with grandma carole and she was extremely enthusiastic about everything we said so that was refreshing. Has some benedicts at the Eggery and then to Seaport village where she tried to buy us christmas gifts at a hawaiian tourist shop with comic sans and repeat margaritaville motifs. That wasn't really my cup of tea so we went to the candle store next door where they carve personal candles. If you hold the candle up to a light it glows through the different levels of wax. I got a  candle with trees and a sunset. woo hoooo these little monsters are cuts off the drippings on the bottom.

We went back to her house and looked at more old pictures of my dad.

I feel like I'm writing a grocery list of all my stops when i just wish i could remember all the conversations and jokes that had me laugh/crying.