Dinner with my ex-roommate Yolanda, her boyfriend Randall, and my brother Tom. Randall cooked stewed beef, mashed potatoes (from raw potatoes!), and gravy.
Sipping champagne after dinner.
Randall: Did you two fight growing up? You seem to get along really well.
Tom: Not really. But my sister did give me a fear of heights.
Me: [looking down sheepishly]
Randall: How did that happen?
Tom: I was 3, and my family went to Carlsbad Caverns. My sister pretended she was going to throw me over the railing into the cavern.
Me: [chagrined] Yeah, it happened.
Randall: So which one of you did better in school?
Tom: [simultaneously] Niniane.
Me: He has the higher GPA.
Tom: Stanford has grade inflation though.
Randall: Which one of you does your Mom love more?
Tom: Definitely Niniane.
Me: Yeah, it's me. I think my dad loves Tom more, but his delta is less than my mom's delta.
Randall: Your mom loves you more, even after your recent argument?
Me: Oh! Good point.
Tom: Yeah, you've probably gone down in her mind. It's time for the rise of Tom!