Blizzard Blogging - Part 7
Cabin fever has taken its toll. DJ, gone crazy in the head from being barred from the outdoors due to the six - SIX! - inches of snow laid upon us in the Storm o' Death 2005, hit the liquor cabinet when no one was looking. He drained the Jack, guzzled the tequila and practically snorted the rum before anyone noticed he wasn't in the living room. Even though he was plastered, we decided to let him join our game of Apples to Apples. Well. I had no idea my son was such an angry drunk. We put up with him throwing his cards around, bitchslapping his sister and calling his uncle "unclefucker," but we drew the line when he stood on the table and sang "My Way" Sid Vicious style.
So my husband and my brother-in-law rolled him. Took all the candy gum and out of his pockets, grabbed his Apples to Apples card and threw him out the door into the snow.
We'll let him back in as soon as he sobers up.