Christmas Eve last year was… different.
My brother-in-law does the cooking. He’s a natural in the kitchen. He used to cook for a living. This year, though, dinner got a little delayed.
N (brother-in-law) hadn’t eaten anything all day. He was busy prepping some of the food and taking care of completely unrelated things at his home before coming to my mom’s for the holiday. While he was working in Mom’s kitchen, he had a few drinks. I’m not sure how many, but on an empty stomach, they affected him more than they would have otherwise. He got really drunk.
My daughter and I had to run out for some (unrelated) emergency items (I use the word emergency loosely—we bought chocolate and artificial nails). When we returned to Mom’s, my husband and son told us all about how hilarious N was in his drunken state. We missed that part. What we came back to was the horrible sound of him throwing up. Then he was ok. Then he threw up some more.
We finally ate, about two hours after we usually do. I think N was embarrassed. I just felt awkward. I don’t really know how to handle drunk people. (Hell, I don’t know how to handle sober people.) I barely drink. (Ironically, one of the only times I drink is at Christmas Eve because of Mom’s punch. Yum.)
As bad as it was for N, I thought it was a fun night. For someone who doesn’t like change, I enjoyed that night being different from other years. I think it made it more fun. Also, no offense to my aunt and uncle who didn’t come because of covid, but I kind of liked that they weren’t there either. My mom was mad at her brother anyway, coincidentally, for drinking too much at Thanksgiving.
I, personally, haven’t been drunk since college. And I don’t find it all that appealing. It makes me too hot and tired.
Some people seem to love it, though.
I’ll have a drink of these guys. I mean with these guys! With! I meant with!
p.s. — Beer is disgusting. I don’t understand how anyone can drink it.