Tomorrow at 1PM I will be attending the memorial service of a long time friend, Tammy, who died in her sleep Tuesday at the ripe old age of 48 in Erie, PA. So I just got a call from my good friend, Dale, who just flew in from Phoenix, wondering if and when we were driving out. Here is where it starts to get interesting.
Dale just buried his 21 year old son who died from a drug overdose on Dec 26th, about 2 hours after Dale and his girlfriend landed in PA to visit her family. Next flight out back to Phoenix to make arrangement for funeral in NC where his ex-wife and the rest of the family live. A few days after returning to Phoenix from NC, he gets the call about Tammy.
To top it all off, he is trying to negotiate a truce between the family and Tammy's autistic son, Andrew, who is 26 and going through process of becoming a "female". Ari, as he/she goes by now, wants to wear a dress.
I'm debating on splitting a 2 bedroom suite with Dale and going out tonight just to spend a bit more time with these nut-case friends of mine.