That was one hell of a party.
Jul. 5th, 2005 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nirix5It ended today with me and my father not speaking to each other. Again.
To recap: My cousin James calls me on Wednesday night. He tells me that he'll be here to pick me up the next day. After much discussion, we decide to take my sister with us, too. After he gets here on Thursday night, I drag him to go see War of the Worlds with Quinn and Olivier.
On Friday we drive down to Princeton, stopping in Pennsylvania for mass quantities of fireworks. MASS. QUANTITIES. OF. FIREWORKS. Holy hell, I have never seen so many explosive devices grouped together in one warehouse before. And none of you people give me condescending looks, either, because neither have you. This place was like half of Wegmans filled with fireworks, and there were more outside in eighteen-wheeler trucks lined up in the parking lot. James just about had a seizure, he was so excited.
Saturday was the day of James's 21st birthday party. I may have forgotten to mention this, but the entire point of this trip was to go to this party and get absolutely smashed. Observe a telephone conversation a week ago Friday:
James: I'm turning 21 next Saturday.
Me: I know. Awesome.
James: Come down and get drunk with me.
Me: Sounds like a plan.
Family Party:
The Big Thing/Great Experiment was James and Uncle Kevin deep frying a turkey in the backyard. Nana brought over a disposable video camera and most of the movie is of the turkey. The turkey being fried, the turkey being talked about, eaten, contemplated, looked at, whatever.
Everyone went in the pool. Lots of people went on the trampoline. There was cake and food in abundance, and it was great great great. Not suprisingly, James got lots of liquor for presents. He also got to set off a bunch of fireworks, which made him happy and wowed everyone else.
Big Kids Party:
James, Amanda, Laura, Dan, and I went over to Blair and Julia's apartment. We got fucked up. There were maragritas. There were kittens. There were other things. Dan, Amanda, James and I sat in an empty room, watching the moon set as we killed a bottle of wine. I remember thinking at the time that the whole scene was very Rumi. That's the only thing I remember thinking, except for something obscure that had to do with my sociology professor.
Then we went to a diner. I don't remember it. Apparently I was doing strange things with my hair.
Went back to the apartment and crashed until one in the afternoon. Then we went and saw Howl's Moving Castle.
Fourth of July:
Nana came over again on Monday. The weather was beautiful, so we sat by the pool and had margaritas and donuts, which, let me tell you, is an odd combination for breakfast. Then we decided to go canoeing, so we cleaned off the canoe, hijacked Laura's canoe, and we all trooped over to the park.
Canoeing on two margaritas and a donut is interesting at first. People make fun of you when you can't steer the damn boat, but you'll get the hang of it after a while.
After we got home, there was barbeque and more fireworks. Yay Fourth of July.
Kelsey and I left Princeton on the 8:00 train. We get to Penn Station and then go to Port Authority. No problem. Once we get our tickets, we go wait down at gate, which is boring, but what can you do? At this point, I'm really used to it, although I don't think Kelsey was. Anyway, we get on the bus and leave New York, and make it to Syracuse basically on time, even with construction in Pennsylvania.
So, we park our stuff on a bench, and I head over to the pay phones because I have to call Dad and Quinn. I decided to call Quinn first, since Dad was supposed to pick us up and might show up in the meantime. Quinn picks up.
Him: Hello?
Me: Hello?
Him: OMG HI!
Me: Hi! ...Hello? Quinn?
AND THEN HE HUGGED ME FROM BEHIND. I WAS SO SQUEEISHLY SURPRISED!!!!! And very very happy. He hung out with us while we waited for Dad.
So Dad comes. I say hi to him, but he doesn't hear me... he just kind of zeroes in on Quinn and gets all snippy and walks away really fast, before I can say goodbye to Quinn or anything. Quinn followed us out to the car, and I make the giant mistake of asking Dad if there's anyway he can pick me up later, since he has to come back that way anyway since he's doing a cutover. Obviously, not, which I saw coming, but whatever. On the whole way home he didn't talk to me. Except he thought it was me not talking to him. And he thinks that I didn't say hello to him, because he flew into a snit so goddamn fast at just the sight of my boyfriend that he missed it. So he's mad about that. Now, we're not talking to each other and he's convinced that Quinn and I arranged the whole thing just to make him mad.
Whatever. I'm still incredibly pissed about it. And two tired to formulate decent sentences- this entry really kind of sucks.
*headdesk*
And to make matters worse, my sister keeps ranting at me about things that she has nothing to do with. If she really doesn't want to be in the middle, then she would just keep her mouth just and nod when people talk to her. She doesn't have to go on and on about how Quinn should learn more etiquette based on tonight's episode; as I saw it, Dad was the one who was barely civil. That's actually thing thing that pissed me off the most. Adults shouldn't throw temper tantrums, but that's just me.
Gah. I need sleep.
To recap: My cousin James calls me on Wednesday night. He tells me that he'll be here to pick me up the next day. After much discussion, we decide to take my sister with us, too. After he gets here on Thursday night, I drag him to go see War of the Worlds with Quinn and Olivier.
On Friday we drive down to Princeton, stopping in Pennsylvania for mass quantities of fireworks. MASS. QUANTITIES. OF. FIREWORKS. Holy hell, I have never seen so many explosive devices grouped together in one warehouse before. And none of you people give me condescending looks, either, because neither have you. This place was like half of Wegmans filled with fireworks, and there were more outside in eighteen-wheeler trucks lined up in the parking lot. James just about had a seizure, he was so excited.
Saturday was the day of James's 21st birthday party. I may have forgotten to mention this, but the entire point of this trip was to go to this party and get absolutely smashed. Observe a telephone conversation a week ago Friday:
James: I'm turning 21 next Saturday.
Me: I know. Awesome.
James: Come down and get drunk with me.
Me: Sounds like a plan.
Family Party:
The Big Thing/Great Experiment was James and Uncle Kevin deep frying a turkey in the backyard. Nana brought over a disposable video camera and most of the movie is of the turkey. The turkey being fried, the turkey being talked about, eaten, contemplated, looked at, whatever.
Everyone went in the pool. Lots of people went on the trampoline. There was cake and food in abundance, and it was great great great. Not suprisingly, James got lots of liquor for presents. He also got to set off a bunch of fireworks, which made him happy and wowed everyone else.
Big Kids Party:
James, Amanda, Laura, Dan, and I went over to Blair and Julia's apartment. We got fucked up. There were maragritas. There were kittens. There were other things. Dan, Amanda, James and I sat in an empty room, watching the moon set as we killed a bottle of wine. I remember thinking at the time that the whole scene was very Rumi. That's the only thing I remember thinking, except for something obscure that had to do with my sociology professor.
Then we went to a diner. I don't remember it. Apparently I was doing strange things with my hair.
Went back to the apartment and crashed until one in the afternoon. Then we went and saw Howl's Moving Castle.
Fourth of July:
Nana came over again on Monday. The weather was beautiful, so we sat by the pool and had margaritas and donuts, which, let me tell you, is an odd combination for breakfast. Then we decided to go canoeing, so we cleaned off the canoe, hijacked Laura's canoe, and we all trooped over to the park.
Canoeing on two margaritas and a donut is interesting at first. People make fun of you when you can't steer the damn boat, but you'll get the hang of it after a while.
After we got home, there was barbeque and more fireworks. Yay Fourth of July.
Kelsey and I left Princeton on the 8:00 train. We get to Penn Station and then go to Port Authority. No problem. Once we get our tickets, we go wait down at gate, which is boring, but what can you do? At this point, I'm really used to it, although I don't think Kelsey was. Anyway, we get on the bus and leave New York, and make it to Syracuse basically on time, even with construction in Pennsylvania.
So, we park our stuff on a bench, and I head over to the pay phones because I have to call Dad and Quinn. I decided to call Quinn first, since Dad was supposed to pick us up and might show up in the meantime. Quinn picks up.
Him: Hello?
Me: Hello?
Him: OMG HI!
Me: Hi! ...Hello? Quinn?
AND THEN HE HUGGED ME FROM BEHIND. I WAS SO SQUEEISHLY SURPRISED!!!!! And very very happy. He hung out with us while we waited for Dad.
So Dad comes. I say hi to him, but he doesn't hear me... he just kind of zeroes in on Quinn and gets all snippy and walks away really fast, before I can say goodbye to Quinn or anything. Quinn followed us out to the car, and I make the giant mistake of asking Dad if there's anyway he can pick me up later, since he has to come back that way anyway since he's doing a cutover. Obviously, not, which I saw coming, but whatever. On the whole way home he didn't talk to me. Except he thought it was me not talking to him. And he thinks that I didn't say hello to him, because he flew into a snit so goddamn fast at just the sight of my boyfriend that he missed it. So he's mad about that. Now, we're not talking to each other and he's convinced that Quinn and I arranged the whole thing just to make him mad.
Whatever. I'm still incredibly pissed about it. And two tired to formulate decent sentences- this entry really kind of sucks.
*headdesk*
And to make matters worse, my sister keeps ranting at me about things that she has nothing to do with. If she really doesn't want to be in the middle, then she would just keep her mouth just and nod when people talk to her. She doesn't have to go on and on about how Quinn should learn more etiquette based on tonight's episode; as I saw it, Dad was the one who was barely civil. That's actually thing thing that pissed me off the most. Adults shouldn't throw temper tantrums, but that's just me.
Gah. I need sleep.
