Yesterday when I got home from work I could not keep my eyes open. Goodness knows why I was so tired - I've been sleeping at least 6 hours a night but had been living for a while there on about 4 hours because I just kept waking up and then lying there for hours. Anyway, I digress...
As a result of my sleepiness I just could not go to the RSL with my brothers. This is Castle Hill RSL we are talking, who in their right mind would miss such an opportunity?? :) When my two younger brothers got home from work both said I looked completely dead, so it was cemented that I would not be joining the party.
At about 1am, Grant (my 18 year old brother), who had gone along to the RSL for the first time AND was celebrating completing his last HSC exam, walked in the door, waking me immediately. I heard him stumbling around for a bit, then falling into bed and making a slurring phone call to what I assume must have been his girlfriend - hilarious!
Then about 10 minutes later, Steve (23 year old brother) walked in. He made a bee-line for Grant's room, and I heard him very caringly ask if Grant is ok, and the go on to show him what signage he had, *ahem*, procured from the RSL. At this point, I got out of bed to go and engage in the festivities.
Steve and I decided it was important for Grant to eat something and to have some anti-inflammatories, powerade and a good night's sleep. Grant was hearing none of it, telling me he is an Ironman and will totally back-up tomorrow when the boys are all going to the races at Randwick.
Steve and I proceeded to force Grant to eat a sandwich and take the pills. I am sure he will feel much better this morning for it. Grant came out of his bedroom to consume the sandwich wearing only his underwear and wrapped in his duvet. When he arrived in the kitchen, he announced "I am the lizard queen." a-la Lisa Simpson in the Duff Gardens episode of the Simpsons. It was hilarious yet slightly disturbing - I don't like seeing my brother in his undies.
Grant also told me I must be totally "devo" (devastated in teen-speak) that I missed such a wild night. I am really - I really wanted to go out and celebrate with him, he's such a cool kid and I have a lot of time for him. But it was fun to see him drunk and look after him despite his protestations. It was worth being hauled out of bed at 1am!
- B xxx
