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We drove back to Houston on New Years Eve to go to a family party, which ended up being
-Me playing with my adorable young cousins
-Eating wayyyy too much food
-My uncle and I blowing up droids in Star Wars Battlefront for xbox for three hours until right before midnight
And then I was made to quaff champagne and they just kept refilling my glass each time I toasted with someone but it was pretty weak sauce champagne, because I barely barely felt it. Although my sister said it made her dizzy. And she had two glasses less than I. Apparently she takes after my mother.
Then we stayed at my cool uncle Richard's house (and by cool uncle I mean one of my cool uncles. I have three cool uncles) and we watched the Godfather II until 2 in the morning. But then I was really tired.
On New Years after eating more food at my grandmother's we went over to my late grandfather's house in west U and finished clearing stuff out of it because my uncle and my father are closing on it this coming monday. Its kind of sad because I always liked that little house and the new owners will certainly want to tear it down and build a huge mansion on the lot. And they'll churn up my grandmother's gardens that used to be award winning when she was alive and they'll tear down the greenhouse and the little fishpond and the pecan tree.
But we found a typewriter and that amused me for a long time, although the "t" didn't work and if you pushed the period it started spasming scarily.
And I discovered that I have yet another deviant skill. I am quite good at throwing meat cleavers at targets and getting them to stick in the target. We were all throwing a small meat cleaver at the dry wall in the garage and my cousin Elaine and I quickly turned out to be most adept at it. She could get it to stick deeper into the wall but I had by far the better aim. I have decided that I am going to build a dry wall and practice throwing knives at it. Because it is a lot of fun and may be a useful skill if, say, the country falls into anarchy and throwing knives becomes a mainstream marketable skill.
I listened to a lot of music on the way to Houston and back, and I have decided once and for all that if I was in orchestra I would play the cello and if I was one of those band people I would opt for the oboe. These are my favorite instruments of choice. As i am in neither it is quite an irrelevant choice, but it was fun to think about when I had nothing else to think about on the long drive. And I listened to a lot of my old cds, those things of yesteryear that I haven't delved into since I downloaded most of my music collection onto itunes.
And on Sunday night Kate and Lauren and I stayed at my dorm at Rice. It was wonderful to be at home and in my own bed again, even if the campus was pretty deserted. And its funny that I think of rice as home. Because Boerne definitely isn't. And I gave those sisters a tour of campus and delighted in their ooohs and aaahs. Although I think I left some tea undrunk in the dorm, which will be very moldy when I return on saturday.
I also had trout almondine at Goode and Co seafood, which is the best dish ever, even though I am not a huge fish aficionado. Well, its not like I dislike fish. I just like tasty animals better. Like cows and calves and lambs and such.
-Me playing with my adorable young cousins
-Eating wayyyy too much food
-My uncle and I blowing up droids in Star Wars Battlefront for xbox for three hours until right before midnight
And then I was made to quaff champagne and they just kept refilling my glass each time I toasted with someone but it was pretty weak sauce champagne, because I barely barely felt it. Although my sister said it made her dizzy. And she had two glasses less than I. Apparently she takes after my mother.
Then we stayed at my cool uncle Richard's house (and by cool uncle I mean one of my cool uncles. I have three cool uncles) and we watched the Godfather II until 2 in the morning. But then I was really tired.
On New Years after eating more food at my grandmother's we went over to my late grandfather's house in west U and finished clearing stuff out of it because my uncle and my father are closing on it this coming monday. Its kind of sad because I always liked that little house and the new owners will certainly want to tear it down and build a huge mansion on the lot. And they'll churn up my grandmother's gardens that used to be award winning when she was alive and they'll tear down the greenhouse and the little fishpond and the pecan tree.
But we found a typewriter and that amused me for a long time, although the "t" didn't work and if you pushed the period it started spasming scarily.
And I discovered that I have yet another deviant skill. I am quite good at throwing meat cleavers at targets and getting them to stick in the target. We were all throwing a small meat cleaver at the dry wall in the garage and my cousin Elaine and I quickly turned out to be most adept at it. She could get it to stick deeper into the wall but I had by far the better aim. I have decided that I am going to build a dry wall and practice throwing knives at it. Because it is a lot of fun and may be a useful skill if, say, the country falls into anarchy and throwing knives becomes a mainstream marketable skill.
I listened to a lot of music on the way to Houston and back, and I have decided once and for all that if I was in orchestra I would play the cello and if I was one of those band people I would opt for the oboe. These are my favorite instruments of choice. As i am in neither it is quite an irrelevant choice, but it was fun to think about when I had nothing else to think about on the long drive. And I listened to a lot of my old cds, those things of yesteryear that I haven't delved into since I downloaded most of my music collection onto itunes.
And on Sunday night Kate and Lauren and I stayed at my dorm at Rice. It was wonderful to be at home and in my own bed again, even if the campus was pretty deserted. And its funny that I think of rice as home. Because Boerne definitely isn't. And I gave those sisters a tour of campus and delighted in their ooohs and aaahs. Although I think I left some tea undrunk in the dorm, which will be very moldy when I return on saturday.
I also had trout almondine at Goode and Co seafood, which is the best dish ever, even though I am not a huge fish aficionado. Well, its not like I dislike fish. I just like tasty animals better. Like cows and calves and lambs and such.