Sep 18, 2005 19:25
Kahwayzee weekend. The wedding went down, hung out with my distant family; even the Irish ones with the weird eyes. My toast was fantastic, as usual. Of course, most people were drunk or up at the buffet at the time, so the pressure was off. In the down time, I drank miscellaneously. My step-mother didn't make out with anyone except my dad. The DJ played "Rock the Cradle of Love" by Billy Idol, and I wondered if anyone else was thinking what I was thinking. RSD and Jaymes picked me up later on, had a beer and met my Dad. He's more scary on the phone than he is in person. Some drunk middle-aged women asked us if we had any marijuana. Like, to share. Oh, New Hampshire. Good times.
Last night I went to Boston for Ellie's brother's birthday party. We got there wicked late and only a few people were left, including some guy from Turkey with the hottest accent ever. Carly put eyeliner on me, so I felt badass but probably looked completely clueless. Anyway, I just TALKING to Andy, the brother, who has a history of fagatry, though he dates chicks. Just trying to get to know him. We were dancing and I slapped his ass, but I slap everyone's ass, and all of a sudden, Jayme corners me and says, "His girlfriend is worried that you are going to flirt him away from her. So she wants you to stop, okay??" It's like, let the drunk unsuspecting guy do what ever he wants! We are just having a GOOD TIME. I didn't really stop though. Oh well. People suck.