It’s amazing what kind of dirt you can find out about your family when bottles of wine are involved.

My weekend was great. It was extremely relaxing because I basically had the apartment to myself (with the occasional exception of drunken Laurel showing up). I suppose I needed this though because I was quite crabby after my weeklong stance of working and drinking in Baltimore. It is truly amazing how much drinking can be involved on a work trip, especially since very little of it was initiated by me.

Anyway, I woke up early yesterday and cleaned the bathrooms (which were repulsive), did laundry, and then watched the real housewives of orange county. After 2 hours of this I felt useless and decided that I would have a mini dinner party for my uncle Jim and his boyfriend Steve. Three bottles of wine later my uncle was spilling dirt on pretty much everyone. I also learned the story of how him and Steve met, which was entertaining yet boarding on TMI.

I spoke to my uncle today and he told me he woke up with a huge headache. Fun times, fun times. Not quite detox, but still better than my usual Sunday Fundays.