In the wee morning hours of Monday my dad and I were up drinking captain Morgan rum and then wine when the rum ran out.
This is especially new because my dad is not a drinker at all. I’d never seen him touch a drink until about five years ago and then it was only one.
I think he needed the mental break from all the stress of losing his dad and dealing with the family. We all needed that mental break. It was actually fun, we made pirate jokes while my mom looked at us disapprovingly.