So I walked across the stage-in cassie's shoes, no less-with steph screaming her heart out. awwww. Boy that girls got a set of lungs. PJ said she didnt stop for air from the moment he met her at bongo till we left her at the dessert table after graduation. Wade came out, which was cool. I havent seen him in ages...over a year at least. I expected him to scream 'Freebird' when I walked, like he used to do during every performance I was ever in whenever a dramatic moment occured. He reminded me of a few of our drunken escapades back in pa...running through an alley stealing shit, then placing it on other people's porches so they would think their neighbors stole their shit...crawling off a balcony into the apartment next door and finding out that no, it's not abandoned and crawling up the scaffolding to the roof...setting a couch on fire and dragging it into the middle of south avenue..Shitty part is I don't remember these things. I guess I was a pretty fun drunk. Speaking of which, I got a mouthful of sherry and white wine last night at the melting pot and about had a heart attack. pj's face turned about 3 shades of white, while my stepdad made a nice insensitive alcoholic comment. I had to go outside and call a couple people before i was calm enough to sit back down with them. I was pretty proud of pj last night. he actually talked to wade, he tolerated my mother's comments, and he didn't openly make fun of my stepdad's 1980's pornstar mustache or glaringly obvious homophobia.
Plus he looked soooo good all dressed up...