Monday, Aug. 15, 2005 - 10:21 p.m.

Yesterday, my mom had a sort of reunion with her friends and decided to bring me and my brothers along. Okay, I admit. It wasn't so bad, which is what I thought at first. But, it turns out that with me and my socializing skills, it was bound to be very boring. You can't blame me though! I had absolutely NOTHING to do at home. NOTHING. And I was PMSing, so I was feeling extra extra lonely... =( Poor me. And you'll find out why.

So we went to the Red Ruby Restaurant to 'yam cha'. I'm serious... it was a disaster. -___- But at least I wasn't the only one not talking. Michelle and her sister Kaitlin were very quiet. Even more quiet than me. I mean, with us, there could have been a quiet tea party. And then comes Mr.Pimpin' in Pink (Anthony) and his minions. (Vincent, Emily and JON; omg... I don't even want to talk about him.) And yeah... basically, they were all yakking away while I was eating. Oh, yeah, Mr. Pink's mother and some other mom was also yakking away like no tomorrow.

After that, they decided they would (start praying) extend the little reunion of sixty further. That's right. We were going to the 'other-mom-that-I-don't-know-who-it-is's' house for a BBQ. And so, yes, of course they had to get beer! What's a party without beer? So me and brothers were locked in the car with open windows and guess what? It was RAINING. DAMNED POURING LIKE NO RETURN. When they finally came back, after like, an hour, it was only with two bottles of wine. For an audience of 40. That'll last them the whole night. If a whole night was five minutes.

Now we fast forward to the house. It was gorgeous. Simply amazing, and I mean it. It was simple, but amazing. They had to have had an interior designer arrange everything for them, because it was so colour coordinated and neat and modern, it's not funny. That's the PRO.
CON(S)
- By 9 o'clock there was no more toilet paper in BOTH washrooms. (I had to go so bad!)
- All of a sudden the floor felt sticky...
- The sofa upstairs was ripped.
- The TV upstairs was old, old, OLD.
- The pictures in the picture frames were sliding out. (upstairs)
- [I think they stuffed all the bad stuff upstairs.]

Okay, now for the general stuff.
Did they serve a lot of food? No. (The salmon was...ew.)
Was there entertainment? The ceiling.
When there was entertainment, did it entertain? No. I sat on the cold hardwood floor on my knees and had to crane my head 80 degrees left and some centimetres up in order to look over this girl bouncing on a yoga ball, just for a crappy episode of Family Guy.
Did I at least socialize? It was impossible. The two or three 12 year olds were discriminating homosexuals, while the other underaged were impersonating what seems to be how society defines 'girls.' (Like totally!) -___-
Did I have any fun? No.

Actually, yes, I did have fun. Besides Anthony crying, nobody wanting to help Jon zip his fly, and Emily ordering her two little brothers around with this horrible, horrible accent, yes, it was fine. Totally.

Pity me.

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