One other thing kind of fell in my lap last night. Father, out of the blue, asked me to call my uncle, who lives in Philadelphia and is, according to him, "lonely." My uncle is Father's older brother. He has a drinking problem. He also doesn't know much English, and my Chinese sucks, so if I do call, it won't be much of a call. But I haven't spoken to him in years, and he's getting up there, so I wanted to give it a shot.
Now, the question was, when? I wouldn't know when I would be done at *****a's place, and I wanted to get home some time in the afternoon. But the more important consideration I had as to whether or not I could call uncle and see my prom date is, well ... see, I wear my porno pants -- and no underwear -- when I visit my stripper girlfriends, because I'm perverted like that. However, do I want to visit my prom date and call my uncle while not wearing underwear? Isn't that, you know, weird? No, neither my uncle nor my dead prom date knows that I'm not wearing underwear, and I sure won't tell my uncle, of course. But I would know. It seems so ... impolite to talk to them sans underwear, you know?
Well, I decided to to call my uncle and to visit my prom date at the cemetery after spending almost three hours at *****a's place (and eating ice cream). I got home an hour later than I initially told Father I'd be home by when I left in the morning, and a half-hour later than the new time I texted Father I'd be home by. Ultimately, I had plans not to go anywhere tomorrow, and if that's the case, it's best to just do both things today so I can ... do nothing (even though I should clean my bedroom) tomorrow. Just don't tell my uncle and my prom date that when I spoke to them, I was going commando.
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