Thursday, April 20, 2006

an alcoholic in the mist

I'm a chewy jew. I have chewy jew roots. we're not skilled in the art of alcoholism. foodism and cocaine in the 80s, sure. but not drunkards. lushing it up would negatively impact our eating time, and it could hinder our ability to wield the kind of guilt that took thousands of years to cultivate.

thank god, I have irish catholic best friends and close friends. otherwise, I would be a complete moron when it comes to alcoholism 101. as one of my best friends, also named, katie, said,

"missy, let me give you the 411. pink elephant in the room. nobody ever discusses it. it's totally ignored. it's all about denial."

so, I have this alcoholic in the mist. she's no joke when it comes to drinking. when she gets liquored up, hell hath no fury. she's so vicious. her dark side is in full affect. she's so inappropriate, it's not funny.

I was talking about it with my sister tonight. sort of a brainstorm session if you will.

like, ok, we acknowledge there is an alcoholic in the room. what next? if we do an intervention, should we cater it or cook? or is food not allowed at these functions? do we discuss it with others or do we keep it a dirty little secret?

oh, that's funny, schwartz. like I HAVEN'T beaten the subject to death with everyone close to me.

not sure I will talk about it with the source and infected parties (I do mean infected, not affected).

it's kind of funny and ironic in a, this-is-so-cliché-do-we-really-want-to-deal-with-this, kind of way?!

food addiction is so much more colorful.



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