"celebration bitches"
Obviously this is backdated. Right, so anyway. Decided to have a memorial day/birthday party since I can't remember the last time we actually had a party. Pictures speak a thousand words and I believe there were a few taken so I may have to post a few. Of course, my camera is broken (because somebody, not gonna say who, got hyped up on rock star energy drinks and knocked it to the floor) so I'd have to rely on retrieving photos from my mom which may take months. In any case, I ran around the first portion of the day getting the last minute preparations together. Had gotten mostly everything the weeks before at Party City in Orlando and a giant inflatable tiki pole which everyone thought resembled something unmentionable...from the party outlet here in melboure. (The theme was tropical, hawaiian-like. Though pretty much everyone was fashionably late, people came and we overall had a really good time. The only drawbacks, the margaritas ended up far too salty and we started to run out of music. Even Rick James wasn't enough to be entertaining hour upon hour. The highlights: my sister turned into a total drama queen and said the party sucked and she sulked in a corner pretty much the whole time, priyanka (not being able to swim) decided to get in the pool and give us all a good scare when she fell off a floating lounge only to find a couple minutes later she could actually stand up in that part of the pool, and last but not least: in an attempt to get me to drink steven offered to do a tequila shot, he was acting all bad like he'd had a million before and then halfway through it got all choked up and nearly lost his bratwurst. Ernest got buzzed and was actin' a foo'. It was good times. Unfortunately a videotape is in existence that must be sought and destroyed.