I could tell a drunken Christmas Eve story.. It's from years ago.. but there ain't no punchline. It's just an experience I had on Christmas Eve, gettin' drunk in a bar with lonely folks like me.. and shit happened. Lot of shit. π€£
It was before my second marriage, after I got divorced the first time.
I walked down the hill to my local bar. It was a slow night at the Albert. I sat there for hours without much fun and then a couple of folks walked in, loudly. We started talkin' and drinkin' and hit it off.
After a couple more hours of that, we three were having a blast.. And then, a party couple showed up, and they were coked up up.
Welp, a pipe burst under this old house tonight, and I had to turn off the main valve. But I have electricity and gas at least. The furnace is broken, but I have space heaters and an electric blanket.. and food and beer and the internet. That's good enough for me. π»
The pipes to the bathtub froze last night, and I had to wash my hair in the kitchen sink. I needed to spend today trying to figure out a way to thaw the pipes. But I slept under my electric blanket all day and then I heard the water start flowing again. 5 mins later. Pop.
I'd like to believe that my dad wouldn't have let the pipes freeze. But this is the first time it's been this cold without a working furnace, and if the furnace worked, the pipes wouldn't have frozen. But he would have definitely found a way to thaw them today.. oh well.