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Recently, I made a post here that painted my Mother as some sort of Bar Fly who would abandon her child in a tavern basement for hours while she got loaded.
And since this is not what was intended, here is clarification :)
I am fairly certain that at least one of my parents, if not both of them, were bartending during the party, which would be why my Mom darted for the bar while my Dad delivered me to the basement where there was SUPPOSED to be a Christmas Party for kids. My Dad, who was also on duty, confirmed with the people in the basement that this was where the party was going to happen and that it was okay to leave me there with these adults in charge. It was a simple matter of my parents mishearing or misinterpreting the hours of the Kids Party, which would not really be that uncommon back in the days of no internet or cell phones. Imagine how many social situations YOU would miss if the only way you knew about it was from a vocal IRL exchange?
Being left all alone in the basement for hours was most likely my own perception, as I was quite the little loner. There may have been a few other early kids there that I just didn't notice, and then the majority of the kids were kept outside or upstairs once they had decided to keep the kids out till the party was *ready*. From my memory and point of view, there were no other kids there till suddenly at one point ALL THE KIDS came in at once.
Captain Sea-Tac may have just been legitimately sick and the fog of time has added in details such as the drunken stagger and/or the empty bottle of booze, but the vomit was very real. I remember that moment of watchign him try and figure out what to do with a hat full of vomit *vividly*.
Having to leave just as the party was about to start and my parents bickering about it and insisting "We gotta go" was most likely them trying to figure out who was to blame for getting the hours wrong and trying to decide if there *was* time for them to let me stay and enjoy the party, but they most likely had to gt to work somewhere else right away - an actual PAYING job.
The point of the post wasn't to shame my parents, who did everything they could to make me the happy little kid I always was - it was to try and immortalize the epic time I got to see a local celebrity vomit in his hat and then wear that hat :)
And since this is not what was intended, here is clarification :)
I am fairly certain that at least one of my parents, if not both of them, were bartending during the party, which would be why my Mom darted for the bar while my Dad delivered me to the basement where there was SUPPOSED to be a Christmas Party for kids. My Dad, who was also on duty, confirmed with the people in the basement that this was where the party was going to happen and that it was okay to leave me there with these adults in charge. It was a simple matter of my parents mishearing or misinterpreting the hours of the Kids Party, which would not really be that uncommon back in the days of no internet or cell phones. Imagine how many social situations YOU would miss if the only way you knew about it was from a vocal IRL exchange?
Being left all alone in the basement for hours was most likely my own perception, as I was quite the little loner. There may have been a few other early kids there that I just didn't notice, and then the majority of the kids were kept outside or upstairs once they had decided to keep the kids out till the party was *ready*. From my memory and point of view, there were no other kids there till suddenly at one point ALL THE KIDS came in at once.
Captain Sea-Tac may have just been legitimately sick and the fog of time has added in details such as the drunken stagger and/or the empty bottle of booze, but the vomit was very real. I remember that moment of watchign him try and figure out what to do with a hat full of vomit *vividly*.
Having to leave just as the party was about to start and my parents bickering about it and insisting "We gotta go" was most likely them trying to figure out who was to blame for getting the hours wrong and trying to decide if there *was* time for them to let me stay and enjoy the party, but they most likely had to gt to work somewhere else right away - an actual PAYING job.
The point of the post wasn't to shame my parents, who did everything they could to make me the happy little kid I always was - it was to try and immortalize the epic time I got to see a local celebrity vomit in his hat and then wear that hat :)
