So different, but the same....

My brother invited my sister and me to a dinner party that he and his girlfriend were throwing last Friday night. Of course I went and took dogalogy w/me (or should I say Rudy - short for Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer). I had a great time and I think Dog did, but she's a lot more conservative than I am. What I mean by that is she only had two drinks the whole night (five hour period), compared to my five glasses of wine and maybe four shots of tequila (she drove). What I regretted about that night (or morning) is that I didn't take home some of the leftovers...seriously good food...especially the steak I had!

Anyway, my brother...he's a trip...he's so different. He hangs with a crowd that has money. Big money. The kind of money that buys planes. The kind of money that his friends have access to, to build million dollar homes....that get them acknowledged in New Mexico's Parade of Homes. Now granted, he's doing well himself (he's self employed selling commercial real estate, he owns several properties, is part owner of a club in Vegas and owns several vehicles), but it always amazes me that he can still be such a dork. As much as we don't have anything in common as far as material things, we're so much alike when we party and listen to music. Plus, both he and I love to talk to new people and aren't afraid of engaging someone to find out their story. I'm not as skilled as he is with the gift of gab, but I do enjoy meeting his friends and finding out about them. It's weird that even though he's 10 years younger than I, I still have fun w/him and his friends. I'm pretty spoiled by them actually. Anytime we go anywhere and even at his girlfriends' house, they (his friends) feel the need to take care of me (my food, my drink, etc.). I like it, but more important, I think he's made wise choices with the friends in his circle, just like I have. We've got friends for life and there's nothing more special than that.