The party that wouldn't end...
Yesterday was the wedding reception for Dave's brother. I had to go pick Dave up at noon and didn't get home til 2am. Now, I know 2am isn't ridiculously late, but if you start drinking that early in the day, 2am feels a lot later. The ACTUAL reception didn't start until 1, but we had to go the a lame "pre-party".
When we got the the reception I saw Dave's mom right away outside the hall, I haven't seen her since I was like 5. But she's really nice, she's the reason Dave turned out as well as he did. Then when we went inside Dave brought his dad over to meet me. (Ya, I've known him my whole life and I've never met his father..) His dad didn't seem as bad as everyone describes him. However, he could have just been putting on an act like everyone else in that family seems to do at events like these.
Later his father came back a few times and was talking to my parents and stuff. THEN he came over with Dave and was like ya know, if I am going to become your father-in-law, I need to know something right now.. Dave and I immediately made freaked-out expressions. His father was like, r u still going to wear a purple wedding dress? WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE. I don't even remember LIKING the color purple when I was little...or saying that I was going to marry Dave and wear a purple dress for that matter. Oy
Throughout the party Dave's cousins kept coing over and asking, are you Dave's girlfriend? Hi, I'm Dave's cousin [fill in lame white trash name here]. I think a few times Dave himself even called me his girlfriend..... hmmmmm Well it's about damn time, I've been telling people he's my boyfriend for months.
The best part about the party was that my mom was drunk and had the giggles. Anything I said that was remotely funny, she would like burst out laughing. It was rather amusing. My parents kept trying to leave, but I was like NO mom, you're the only person here I know!! Then Dave was like what about ME?! So by 4:30 I let my parents leave only after I made Dave promise to stay with me the rest of the time. Granted, the party ended at 5 but still, those people are freaky.
Kerri, my cousin Steve's new girlfriend came over and told us she was having an after party at her house, so of course that's where we were for the next several hours. Hour after hour of drinking booze and smoking obsene amounts of weed. Well, for me it was, hour after hour of drinking obsene amounts of booze and talking to the girl's dog because she was the most interesting thing there.
It was the four girls upstairs, me, Kerri, Jerri (the bride), and Dion (some annoying fat girl that like planned the whole party...she did a really bad job by the way) and the four boys downstairs attempting to play ping pong, Dave, John (the groom), Steve, and some guy that looked scary and didn't talk...at all....ever.
Heh, out of the four guys, Dave was the only one who kept coming upstairs to "visit" me. OOOH yeah, and when I heard that they were getting married like a month ago, if that, I was like she HAS TO BE pregnant...who's good? I AM. She's three months pregnant. But they never annouced it, so I dunno who knows and doesn't know. But with that hick family, I'm sure they just assumed marriage meant she was pregnant.
To be continued...
When we got the the reception I saw Dave's mom right away outside the hall, I haven't seen her since I was like 5. But she's really nice, she's the reason Dave turned out as well as he did. Then when we went inside Dave brought his dad over to meet me. (Ya, I've known him my whole life and I've never met his father..) His dad didn't seem as bad as everyone describes him. However, he could have just been putting on an act like everyone else in that family seems to do at events like these.
Later his father came back a few times and was talking to my parents and stuff. THEN he came over with Dave and was like ya know, if I am going to become your father-in-law, I need to know something right now.. Dave and I immediately made freaked-out expressions. His father was like, r u still going to wear a purple wedding dress? WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE. I don't even remember LIKING the color purple when I was little...or saying that I was going to marry Dave and wear a purple dress for that matter. Oy
Throughout the party Dave's cousins kept coing over and asking, are you Dave's girlfriend? Hi, I'm Dave's cousin [fill in lame white trash name here]. I think a few times Dave himself even called me his girlfriend..... hmmmmm Well it's about damn time, I've been telling people he's my boyfriend for months.
The best part about the party was that my mom was drunk and had the giggles. Anything I said that was remotely funny, she would like burst out laughing. It was rather amusing. My parents kept trying to leave, but I was like NO mom, you're the only person here I know!! Then Dave was like what about ME?! So by 4:30 I let my parents leave only after I made Dave promise to stay with me the rest of the time. Granted, the party ended at 5 but still, those people are freaky.
Kerri, my cousin Steve's new girlfriend came over and told us she was having an after party at her house, so of course that's where we were for the next several hours. Hour after hour of drinking booze and smoking obsene amounts of weed. Well, for me it was, hour after hour of drinking obsene amounts of booze and talking to the girl's dog because she was the most interesting thing there.
It was the four girls upstairs, me, Kerri, Jerri (the bride), and Dion (some annoying fat girl that like planned the whole party...she did a really bad job by the way) and the four boys downstairs attempting to play ping pong, Dave, John (the groom), Steve, and some guy that looked scary and didn't talk...at all....ever.
Heh, out of the four guys, Dave was the only one who kept coming upstairs to "visit" me. OOOH yeah, and when I heard that they were getting married like a month ago, if that, I was like she HAS TO BE pregnant...who's good? I AM. She's three months pregnant. But they never annouced it, so I dunno who knows and doesn't know. But with that hick family, I'm sure they just assumed marriage meant she was pregnant.
To be continued...