C-C-C-C-C-Controversial
Blegh. Traveling is dumb.
I won't talk about how utterly pissed I am right now, but rather, I'm going to babble on about how I've wanted to go to a party for a long time (if you've read that post before) and finally got my craving satiated last night.
I went to this place called Nevada Square with the cousins (Katrina, Fio, Ines and Marina) and the siblings (
h311ybean and
enigmartin41). It's kind of like...a square, with a few bars next to each other. Yeeesss...it sounds fun already.
We looked around at a few until we settled in one, and drank the night/early morning away. I started to feel fuzzy and warm after the tequila. Bad taste, but good feeling. So what was I to do? Drink vodka to wash the taste down. Yum. :P
Katrina: You're 18, okay, Ria? You're 18 and you're just really sensitive about your height.
I danced, too. If you call it dancing. Whatever it is, I really got into it after a while. Ines and I were dancing against each other, all of us were mocking the Umbrella (Rhianna) song, and doing these really lame dance moves from...what, the 60's?
Ines: What do you think of tonight?
Me: I....need to pee. D:
The end was fun, though. They were giving out free iced tea, so we hoarded quite a few bottles.
I unfortunately have a high-tolerance for alcohol (eh, hereditary), so as much as I wanted to get wild, unwind, get rid of all the stress of the past few weeks, I couldn't. Bleh. Katrina suggested I pretend to be really drunk when I come home, though. I did, but it didn't really work because I was laughing my head off. :o
On the other and even more positive hand, my grandfather is out of the ICU. But the others are really...still worried because he wasn't very well the day before.
The morning was freaky, though. This guy mistook our house for a hotel, and stopped by. My mom saw the words 'Padre Pio' on his car (y'know, the saint with the stigmata), and started chatting him up. The guy said he had Padre Pio's relic (gloves; crucifix with a lock of hair), and asked if my mom wanted to touch it.
When I got downstairs, my mom grabbed my hands. "Touch this! Touch this! I touched it."
And I was all, "................yeah, what's for breakfast?"
I don't like my mommy. :D
I also found out that there's a police outpost near our house (which is by a ravine/cliff). Ines said that they set up there because if anyone kills someone, they'd throw it over the ravine. She dared me to get in a bag while she drags me over to test how attentive they are.
...* was shamelessly more than willing*