magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Last night, on the eve of Sam's 21st birthday (and my dad's 60th, although the 21st is of more significance here) there was no shortage of drinking. I, in my ceremonial role as bartender, was making gin drinks: gimlets, gin and tonics, dirty martinis. There was wine with dinner. And when the gin was gone, tequila. At which point I stopped, given my propensity towards chronic dehydration. But Sam and Aaron didn't, and were a bit lit-up by the end of the night.

It's weird watching your younger siblings get drunk. Aaron and I are close in age, but didn't do any of the teenage stuff together, as I was away at boarding school and he was already working. And in a way, Sam will always be the ten year old kid who I took my first cross-country road trip with. In any case, there didn't seem to be any hangovers this morning, and we progressed to the birthday part of the weekend.

A big brunch to-do with guests and food and conversation and mimosas and cake and a few hands of poker towards the end. And a low-key afternoon, just family, sitting around chatting and eating leftovers.