Last night was my uncle's 50th birthday party. My cousin got us a nice conference room for the party and deemed it casual, so the entire family showed up to this fairly classy place in jeans, tee-shirts, shorts, dirty sneakers, and tank tops. Classy party for a classy family, right? *G* I was in jeans and a nice shirt and cruddy sneakers as well, but that's because I'm a fancy, fancy girl as well.
Now, the thing about my family is, when there's an open bar, we use it. Liberally.
This never used to be a problem for me since I was under age, but seeing how I turned 21 back in April I was fair game.
The whole family wanted to see what I looked like wasted. On one hand, I never had to buy my own drink last night, on the other I never more desperately wanted to punch my cousins in the face. They tried to get me to guzzle a Long Island Iced Tea. -.- I was deeply unimpressed and pawned the dirty dishwater drink off on my dad. This was after my first drink.
My cousin bought me a Sex on the Beach. Do I even want to deeply analyze this? D:
Also, we had $19 chicken tenders, um...
The babies, however, were there and their absolute adorable cuteness more than made up for it.
Oh yes.