Doing this, doing that..
I've decided to pretty much turn my lj back into that of one with minimum security and maximum exploitiveness. Hmh. So yeah. This picture pretty much describes my trip to Houston and my night last night at Cornelius's house with more than a few good buddies. I'm so proud of myself, actually; I made new friends, and it's a damn good thing they've got all the wine and Schmirnoff-Twisted-Apple & Boonsfarm to top it all off. Yes. My sissy-girl drinks... I also found a couple poker chips in my bra, so I guess if people can't wake up with poker chips in their pants or bras anymore... well... what the hell is this world coming to?
My trip, speaking of which, has much to entail, so I'll try to sum it up in as few words as I can... The hotel our family (and cousins) stayed at had a wonderfully, gorgeous continental brekkie every morning (pancakes, sausages, bacon, hash browns, eggs over-easy, o.j., toasted raisin bagels, cottage cheese and various fruits to be exact.) and the weather was a constant 86 + degrees. The pool outside was nice, considering I was forced to drink Corona's in my inflatable chair while getting a baked-on tan. My Mimi had more food than I can mention. And oh, yeah, my Papaw also was dead, but it's funny how you and your family can do things that take away from the bad vibe that death gives off. (I'm not being sarcastic about this one) We rode in a few limos to the gravesite, also to the funeral, with police escorts and defying all traffic lights known to Houston... I didn't get a chance to see him in the coffin, but some navy officers gave my Mimi the flag because my Papaw served in some war I'm aghast to naming. I feel bad because I don't feel any emotions toward losing a grandparent- even though we were close and he was a great man who had many friends and was loved by lots of people- so I'm blank. I guess I can't really describe it. Is that normal? *sigh* I'm so tired and I'm at work right now. Not cool, but it could be worse; I could be working until 7. Give me a call, Rachael. I'm itching for us to hang out again, soon. I'm also seeing the last Star Wars movie tonight, because I couldn't earlier, and I'm excited because of all the reviews. I'm also going to Mongolian Barbeque after work.......... mucho yay. Mmm. Can't wait.
Well, if my experience with losing a loved one can't cause any mental changes in me, maybe I'll just pick up a nice, chrome pink flask and become a raging vodka drinker... Maybe it'll bring out the sensitive side of me. A lot of people drink to bring out another side of themselves.