Easter

Easter with my family was ridiculous. My uncle got tipsy off red wine and called my grandparents squares. My cousin Kenny is married to this stripper and 95% of her body is fake. She told such great stories as "How my nose collapsed from too much plastic surgery," and "that one time i did coke and hated it." All in all it was a pretty normal Easter with my crazy family. My birthday party at the Catty Shack was a-mazing. Except for this cunt in the bathroom who told me that my, "Hit it and Quit It" t-shirt was offensive. Obviously I bitched her out as best as I could in that drunken state. (And that girl hit on my Smidge even though I introduced her as my girlfriend) Smidge danced and sang to George Michael, which is wonderful. At some point I ended up downstairs on top of the platform dancing my heart out...not too sure how that happened. But I enjoyed it. Previous to all this debauchery I saw Alison play at 169 bar which was adorable. She sang my favorite songs including the one I inspired/gave her lyrics for (Jessi J Lyric Quilt). She sings like an angel and it was really good company. So thanks Alison for all that. On Friday we went to P.F. Changs with my grandmother, grandpa, mom, sister and my great grandma. I ordered numerous fruity cocktails. Unfortunately there were 10-12 screaming fourteen year old girls at the table next to us. They were screaming at their waiter because he "looked like freddy prince junior". Isn't that guy like 35 now? I thought everyone liked him when I was fourteen. They were taking pictures with him and the other male wait staff all night long. Apparently it was one of the girls birthday which caused them to be even rowdier. At one point Smidge was staring at them in disbelief and they just started waving at us. They were also text messaging each other every picture they too the minute before so their ring tones were going off every five seconds. My great grandma is 95 and she couldn't hear anything but those girls all night. My straightlaced excheerleader grandmother yelled at me because I had two cocktails and she feared I was getting drunk. My eleven year old sister advised me to check my drink for ecstasy, apparently shes taking drug awareness in school. She also said that if I buy a joint it's probably going to be laced with PCP or dipped in liquid acid. Sounds Fun! My grandmother said other silly things that I can't remember. Basically this weekend was crazy and I didn't do any of my work for Lit Theory. But it was well worth it.