Just got back to my place after visiting my mother. I went there because I thought maybe I would get some decent leftovers.
1) I had to bring my own wine because my mother has NEVER had a beverage that she gets for me. 2) I brought my own appetizer of veggies to cut up because I had some organic veg I didn't want to go to waste 3) I made the dip because I very randomly had fresh horseradish which I peeled and grated 4) I made stuffed tomato on a whim because I had seen a nice french recipe for such a thing I barely paid attention and didn't write it down but it's so easy you don't really even need to know it. 5) I had to get her nice plates out and they were dirty so I fucking washed them. 6) I also had to get a nice wine glass out meaning I had to get a chair shoved over to the cabinet to rummage in the back to get a nice one out from back above her refrigerator... stuff that hasn't been used in years... all the other wine glasses smell like stale eggs, well water, and detergent residue and have calcium stains and shit on them.
Finally after washing dishes and making stuff and fucking around with things I sat down in the kitchen opened the bottle of wine I brought with me and over the course of the night I drank half of it. I ate most of the stuffed tomato because they're retards and don't like nice stuff. I put fresh parsley, shallots, real parmesan. Yeah it's actually kinda nice stuff. Her husband protests because he knows I made it and that's his passive agressive bullshit hahaha.
So I had cleared this section of the counter of stupid fucking shit so it could be elegant. Faux elegant or whatever. I stuck the appetizers on HER pretty plates which she never NEVER fucking uses and she said yes it's very pretty.
My mother declared to her husband that they were going to eat sitting in front of their retardo-vision. I said nothing and ate my stuff at the counter on pretty plates while I was getting buzzed. Then eventually when enough time had past I cleared all her fucking shit off the kitchen table. Took the bags and fruit and computer and whatnot off the surface. Eventually she was looking for the salt and pepper and she realized I had cleared the table and she said something about it and I just said "yeah, why don't we eat at the table it's Christmas it's meant to be special how can you have a nice meal when you don't treat it like a nice meal." Or I said something like that and we ate at the table... which makes sense because cranberry sauce etc.
She got a ham at Costco and a pie at Costco. I mean I really get it that she is old and I totally understand doing low-key but she fussed around so fucking much like she is actually doing something and this stuff she has is already done. She said like six times, announcing multiple times that she has to "make potato for her husband"... which means the box of potato. Fine whatever I don't give a shit. I am allergic to it.
I sobered up. Had some tea and I drove home. I asked her how many glasses of wine she drinks every night she said about four. I told her that I like to drink every once in a while but that I wouldn't feel good if I drank every day that it is bad on your liver and brain etc.
At the end of the night I think she realized I was too buzzed for her to argue with me because she is always a cunt and she will always try to start an argument.
The only thing I enjoyed about the night was the food I made and everything I did. When she brought the ham out she said it wasn't that good and truly it wasn't that good.
After the meal they sat in front of the TV for over an HOUR changing the stations aimlessly for over 70+ minutes not really talking to each other not making eye contact acting like the stories broadcasted in between commercials are important.
I really do like myself much more than them and i think that's some kind of achievement.
Before I had gone over there I had managed to A turn on some very mellow quiet music and B open a book and I was so cozy... and I thought about not going.
I did every fucking thing I could which meant I pretty much had to make my own meal which is fine BUT this is not exactly how entertaining works.
OH but the reason why I even came to this board in the first place is this THIS is why I came here. She ended up saying after we ate... "Oh I got you something" ... and here she goes she brings me a little bag and inside of it I can see she has purchased something that I already know I am allergic to. I don't even have to open it. I just take it out and hand it to her and say "I already know I'm allergic to this." She says "OH FUCK".. IN A SARCASTIC VOICE It has something in it which I have been allergic to since I was FIVE years old... In fact I know in previous conversatiosn that exact product I told her I was allergic to it. I asked her if she RE-gifted it to me and she said she bought it... she said she went to shop for it to give it to me. Stupid bitch. This is every dumb shit gift she ever gave me.
I don't have an oven I guess the only benefit of going over there is have the kitchen space to make a recipe other than that A) Their company sucks they are boring assholes ...B) Their food is not that great because they can't be bothered to try anything new.
And the robot gives me a gift I am not really intended to enjoy so that she can always make sure to ruin everything.
I did give her a gift which she is not allergic to.
Couldn't care less about the religious holiday. Just trying to be a social organism.
Not very interesting. Very predictable. We didn't get in an argument though.
They don't like me. Her husband never speaks to me. He doesn't engage in coversation. Was drunk enough that I told them when I come over the same insurance commercial is always on their television and I mockingly said the jingle though my sarcasm is pretty fucking mild. Her husband didn't like this. I was just stating facts. He didn't actually say anything at all but I could tell he didn't like but then again there isn't anything I could say which would mildly even interest him so why should I even bother to make any polite convo but I did. Earlier I asked him about his family and MY mother answered for him. Who cares.
I asked my mother where she got her nice plates from and she told me some antique shop nearby. She even pulled out a dark blue and gold teapot to show me which she never uses and I pulled out a different one and we both agreed the one from the 80s was less likely to have lead paint in it. We didn't make tea of course. She always says she doesn't drink tea... but I say you know you have more company coming over you could actually make tea for them though. What is the point of ever having stuff you NEVER ever plan on using. Why sit around and vapidly watch television when you have visitors over.
She drinks every day... I try to engage her about the flavor of the wine I brought... she can't even discuss wine. She has nothing to say. How can you drink wine every day of your life for years and have nothing to say about it.
Really it's like nobody is home. Inside her crainium must be like a newt. A newt peering out of her eyeballs like windows and not understanding what it's seeing. That is her. A total zombie pre-programed.
Since it's Christmas and I planned to get buzzed or did I I don't know? ... But I pointed out that she never has drinks that I can drink. She has all these things sitting around that she plans to give to all her neighbors. She tells me she got a gift certificate to her sister's daughter that she also gave a Birthday gift to. The aunt never sends me gifts and she is also a millionaire. I guess my mother likes to kiss their asses... the rich relatives are the preferred people. Oh well. And my mother gives me something which she knows I can't use. I could have just scooped it out with my hand and smeared it on her stuff
That would be totally civilized BUT I didn't do that. I just chilled out with mild happy buzzed content sarcasm knowing the night would go like this.
No it's not a bad night it's just ... the gifting stuff.
I told her... "I got you something I know you wouldn't buy yourself".... because I KNOW Christmas if not "HOLY" should at least be enjoyable. A holiday to enjoy? It was mediocre... that is the most I can hope for with her is. I made my night.
Anyhow. Why do I even rant anymore. Why do I even reflect anymore on any of it. Shrug.
