good lord
I had a great weekend. It was very long, but it was great. Saturday I woke up, sat around for a bit, got a shower, woke up the boyfriend with some quick and hushed canoodling, then got dressed. We headed over to the place where my formal, family graduation party was being held and found out that a bodybuilding competition was going on next door at Soldiers and Sailors Hall. I had my video camera with me and got some good footage of these Masters of the Universe-looking people standing around in Speedos. Oh yeah. The formal party was pretty nice. I got lots of money and ate two pieces of cake. Oh, the decadence. From there we had to hustle back to my house to set up for the party I was throwing at my house for my friends. The party seemed to come off as a huge success. I think around 15-20 people showed up. Much food and drink was consumed. The baby hung out for awhile and tried to participate in the conversation. I was glad that none of my friends seemed overly freaked out about his presence. My mom was there and she kind of took over for me as far as the baby was concerned so that I could just hang out and enjoy myself. It was very nice of her, although I felt decidedly white trash that someone was taking care of my kid while I sat out back getting drunk. I'm a shitty mother.
There was much good conversation and goofy behavior…I just wish I could remember more of it. I pulled out the video camera again but no one was really down with the brightness of the light that was required. So after blinding several of my nearest and dearest I put it away.
I got some great presents, too. Two DVDs: Beetlejuice and UHF from Paco and Jon. Sexcellent book: Fast Food Nation from Frank and Cara (plus the feather boa things on the bag served as Epill-fabulous fashion accessories for the rest of the night. rawk.) My amazon.com wish list is, like, the greatest thing ever. I can't wait to go through it and delete some of the things that I now own! Woo! Akil gave me some plastic ponies and Shawn gave me a Slinky and a beach ball. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
Around midnight, I gathered the troops together and we paraded up the street to the Bloomfield Bridge Tavern. There, in all of their glory, were the Mofones singing about cats and drunk people (how appropriate!). I had brought by video camera with me and tried to make a music video. I haven't watched the footage yet but I'm sure it's hysterically wobbly. I remember being in love with Mama's shirt and staring at her chest because it said “FBC” on it. I was all bewildered by what that could possibly mean. It stood for First Baptist Church which made me all excited and I started blabbering about the piece I wrote about the Creepy Christian Church in Cranberry. I hope she wasn't thinking of punching me. dur.
Some random guy called me over to talk to him and I think I told him to fuck off in nice but very blunt way. If I remember correctly I said something like, “I don't know who you are. I can't understand what you're saying. I'm going to go stand over there and not talk to you anymore.” What? It worked. No one seemed to know who he was anyway.
By the time we got home I was no longer in a partying mood and just got into bed while several of my guests remained downstairs. After the realized that I was done entertaining for the evening, Stacey and Paco came up to say goodbye. I slurred some thank yous and gave Paco some inspirational “You-need-quit-being-depressed-you-white-male” words. Then I passed out.
I woke up on Sunday feeling stinky and a little sick. I was up before anyone else so I got into the shower and used up all of the hot water. My stomach started to really bother me and I was getting really pissed at the fact that I had to get dressed up and go to lunch with my grandmother and other female family members at the OCC. After a few dry heaves in the bathroom and an oath that tequila would never again pass my lips, I chose to ignore my condition and just got dressed and left. I fell asleep in the car both going to and coming back from lunch.
When we got home the boyfriend surprised me with a graduation/Mother's Day gift which made me a little teary. He gave me the DVDs of Drop Dead Gorgeous, Pieces, and Baraka. Very good choices, indeed. He had borrowed the usual suspects off of Akil, which we started to watch but I fell asleep.
So now, here I am, graduated, celebrated, officially unemployed. Now what?
