Worth telling, even if I missed the party:
A great-great aunt of mine died, last week. Tough times for some people in the family, of course. She was 92, though, and had had a damn-ass good run. She would've turned 93, in just a few months. Big ups to Aunt Vivian, right?
Anyway, I attended the wake. I got there on the early end of things, to avoid the brutal sadness into which wakes always descend--shit starts off all right, but those things get punishing. I wanted to pay my respects, try to cheer up a person or two, catch up with some people I hadn't seen for a while (on account of living in Japan, for a few years), and be on my way.
I stayed for about 90 minutes--far longer than I'd really expected, as I am not too close with that bough of the family tree and hadn't seen Vivian more than a handful of times, in my life. In those 90 minutes, I met the wife of a cousin of a cousin of a cousin. Never seen or heard of this woman, before, although she spoke of having seen me as an infant. As an infant, mind you. She was there with her mother-in-law, who apparently knew my mother and grandmother pretty well, back in the day; the daughter-in-law was 49.
I will spare most of the details, but know this--by the time my 90 minutes were up, I'd been invited into the restroom for a quick, uh...you know. I declined, because that's just fucking insane and creepy and morally bankrupt...but if, you know, it hadn't've been at a wake, I would've had a damn-ass hard time turning that woman down, even with her being married. Fucking gorgeous!
Given the context, I just kept saying to myself, "Dude...there's no way that she's actually flirting with you this openly, right? You must just be buying your own hype, or something. Wake up. ...But, wait, why does she keep rubbing my arm like that...?" There we were, and there it was. Insane. A decent story to tell, I guess.
Back to whatever y'all were up to. I still don't really like the new album. Blah.