I did have to spend the night at the Tranquil Sea's on Saturday Night. My step daughter is unaware of my ability to find my way home while drowsy. I manage quite effectively to get home easily. However, the step daughter usually calls while I am underground and gets nervous until I emerge at a higher point.
The party went well until the last hour when an alcoholic relative of the Tranquil Sea acted up. He never did grasp who I was and is a real dimwit. The Tranquil Sea couldn't stop laughing as I answered his questions sarcastically and told him to call me when he dries out in a decade or so.
I was fairly mischievous on Sunday playing with Rex the Maltese. The local Guyanese still eat Chicken feet. I took two of them and started to play with the dog mumbling about "take that demon dog". The poor dog enjoyed the fun and bit the claws right off the bone.
I spent the day with my step daughter. Father daughter time is more fun than I imagined. As her father passed on when she was two I am not dealing with a divorce situation and manipulative kids. The first few dates were not easy, but it got better in the first month.
I am a good sport with strange items. I found some focaccia and gave her some. I made
myself a sandwich with smoked mozzarella, pickled peppers on focaccia and she seemed to like the smoked mozzarella straight. Someday, I have to go to Avenue M and pick up Syrian Cheese which tastes like dryer feta. I think I brought some back to VT and my coworkers got all of it.
She does ask questions I do not expect. She asked me why so many people address me as Sir. I explained that it goes with the job. It sunk in when she came to Manhattan and saw several attorneys greet me as Officer and others as Sir. She understands at home I am just Dad. However, I treat others with a modesty and usually just have a good time being one of the guys.