I woke up late, an hour before we were supposed to leave for Stephenville, TX, for my grandmother's wake. I hadn't packed, so I rushed the whole hour, making sure I had most of my black attire in my wardrobe packed, my computer with the slideshow, a guitar, and food. I packed some snacks for the road, knowing that gas stations don't really carry anything I can eat, and the food I could eat in Stephenville, TX would be scarce. I packed cottage cheese, snap peas, blackberries, pecans, a lemon, and some coconut water. As we were pulling out of the driveway, Lisa Asvestas pulled up, rolled down her window, and handed me a tub of freshly ground almond butter and some apples. What an angel! The cottage cheese and some of the blackberries and snap peas were consumed on the ride up, as I stupidly thought coffee would tide me over till lunch.
We ended up not eating until 4pm, when my dad, Niko, and I pulled into the Cotton Patch, grumpy and hungry. We each ordered steak & shrimp plates, mine came with broccoli and chicken tortilla soup minus the tortilla chips. We then went to the wake for my grandmother, feeling a lot less like hungry wolves caught in bear traps, and more like human beings at a memorial for my grandmother. I hugged family, played part of the slideshow for certain members, and drank more coffee, black. After the wake, my whole family moved from the quiet Lacy funeral home, to Rockin' P's Bar in the main square of Stephenville. We parked right out front the courthouse and walked across. It was 6pm, we pretty much had the whole bar to ourselves, as Stephenville is a college town and bars don't typically pick up till 10. I designated this as my night to drink, knowing my whole family would be drinking without me otherwise. My uncle decided he wanted to get me drunk, and bought all my drinks. I wanted to drink wine, but this bar did not sell wine. The bartender even found an tiny single serving of chardonnay in the very back of the fridge and sold it to me, but it tasted so sweet and awful, I couldn't drink it. I settled for vodka & tonics. Not the lowest in sugar content, but better than Jack & Cokes.
We ended up not eating until 4pm, when my dad, Niko, and I pulled into the Cotton Patch, grumpy and hungry. We each ordered steak & shrimp plates, mine came with broccoli and chicken tortilla soup minus the tortilla chips. We then went to the wake for my grandmother, feeling a lot less like hungry wolves caught in bear traps, and more like human beings at a memorial for my grandmother. I hugged family, played part of the slideshow for certain members, and drank more coffee, black. After the wake, my whole family moved from the quiet Lacy funeral home, to Rockin' P's Bar in the main square of Stephenville. We parked right out front the courthouse and walked across. It was 6pm, we pretty much had the whole bar to ourselves, as Stephenville is a college town and bars don't typically pick up till 10. I designated this as my night to drink, knowing my whole family would be drinking without me otherwise. My uncle decided he wanted to get me drunk, and bought all my drinks. I wanted to drink wine, but this bar did not sell wine. The bartender even found an tiny single serving of chardonnay in the very back of the fridge and sold it to me, but it tasted so sweet and awful, I couldn't drink it. I settled for vodka & tonics. Not the lowest in sugar content, but better than Jack & Cokes.