it’s party with the neighbours night, and I’m hiding downstairs again.

anyways when I went up to get something to drink the neighbours predictably say hi, how are you, and I say I’m good and then Bob goes “So I hear you like your new job.”

“yes, yes I do. I am quite enjoying it,” I say and then my dad cheerfully interjects with “She bought new boots! Fucking stilettos!”

because he is apparently more excited about my new boots than I am. it was weird. He even commented on them when I got home from work. Which was before he started drinking, so I can’t even blame the weirdness on the booze.