So yeah, I got my plane tickets on Friday, which is neato-burrito, and then we went over to my parent’s house for a night of drunken rivalry. I was mostly sober though as my boyfriend decided to become the booze hound and scare the living out the rest of us by yanking up his shirt and jiggling his belly as a distraction to us… the other team. See, when we go over there, dad, my brother in law, Jeff and I play ping pong for a couple hours. It is a fierce rivalry between the two teams, which are commonly Ryan and I against Dad and Jeff. The funny part is that I am not the worst player. I think I suck, but everyone keeps telling me that I am actually really good for the short time I have been playing. I find that a little more than mildly amusing. SO yeah it was a crazy night where we all ended up more than a little hung over.
Saturday night we went BACK. My uncle and his kids were visiting for spring break, so we played MORE ping pong, drank a LOT more and basically ended up over there until pretty late. It was a strange night. See, these kids are all an average of 17 years old, but since my uncle was letting them drink, all of us older kids jumped on the bandwagon. It’s amazing how few beers it takes… then you add in the mixed drinks and you get scandal.
It was neat, I have pictures.
Sunday we spent, thankfully, relaxing at Jeff’s mom’s house. The think I like the most about that is that his family is calm and relaxed. We go over there, chill for a day, help out with householdy things that Justin can’t do on his own and then we maybe watch some TV, or play with the dogs and the horses, or go out to eat, but every time is just as relaxing as sitting around our own house for the day. It makes the hour and half drive seem really worth it to go up there.
The only shit part of the weekend was trying to sleep last night. I was tired at 9, we went to bed at ten, and Jeff SNORED until I went out to the couch at 11:00. I had just managed to fall asleep when the dryer turned off, announcing it’s finish with a rather loud, ear splitting BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZ and causing me to jump out of my sleeping skin. I managed to get back to sleep for a few more minutes when the cats started in. So I got up, went to the second bedroom and thought about uncovering the bed, but on the way there I stepped in something squishy and small and just outside the litter box. Yeah, poop. I ended up instead, in the second bathroom with my foot in the sink scrubbing furiously… then went back to the couch. It is now approximately 12:30am. I get back to sleep for about 30 minutes when Jeff wakes up and realizes I am not in bed. So he comes out to get me. When he opens the bedroom door it makes a loud CRACK and I am AWAKE AGAIN. My night has turned into a Woody Allen movie at this point. He wakes me up to find out why I am not sleeping (cruel irony) and tells me to come back to bed and go to sleep.
I was in tears.
Needless to say, I am a little tired today. And yet, still hung over.
More cruel irony.
I can not WAIT to get out to CA.
~ B.e.D.
Yeah you know what I have realized? People who write in my guestbook that don't know me personally seem to think I am not a white girl. I think this is hilarious. Maybe it's the name of the journal??? YA THINK??!!!
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