so the shower was yesterday..... you'd think this girl was ganna give birth to the presadent's baby! i went in early to help set up. she had it in the building were my dad works,(he's a bit fat chef, and incharge of the kitchen stuff for this big ol' restaurant here) in one of the banquet halls. ohhh lala. he had a whole buffet set up with a coffee station and a cake station and a bar and preset tables with linnen. holy christ it looked like a wedding reception. i had my shower at a starbucks. no big dael, i don't need much, but like i said before this girls needed.
so here's the good stuff. some of my family came.
(quick back ground on that, my grandparts came here from italy, with money, made more money their children married for money and the a fews years down the line spit out my mom for got to raise her, so she became the black sheep thus begat the black sheep and here i stand tattooed white trash. the end.)
so high and mighty showed up to further prove how much better they are than us. they all sat on one side with my mother. the babby daddy, i love that term, his family sat on the other. they are very spanish. very. not that i don't like spanish peopl, i love evry on under budda's eye, but there's a difference in the way two different cultures do things, like baby showers for example. we do the quiet coffee and cake with presents thing and all the kids play to get under the watch of the oldest of the younger cousins (which was me for many years!) and we wear red lipstick and kiss every thing and leave in limoes as champange falls from the sky va va. no his family eats a lot, gets drunk, dances to very loud latin music, open presents, claps and dances some more and adorns the baby mamma, HA!, with flowes and alittle spanish ceremony and they all call cabs.
I prefer the latter. definetly more fun.
but you take these two things put them together in one room and you get a derailed luxury train and a turned over tequilla horse drawn wagon, 2 dead horses and whole lot of big haired women trying to out scream each other.
i started drinking at 9:30 and played bar tender. in fact being the odd one out every one thought i was the help. so that suited me fine.
some other stuff happened but i have to look for a job or something so it'll hav to wait.
i miss pat terribley. which is probably a good sign that my anti depressents are off balanced. i'll look into it.
kisses
pins
so here's the good stuff. some of my family came.
(quick back ground on that, my grandparts came here from italy, with money, made more money their children married for money and the a fews years down the line spit out my mom for got to raise her, so she became the black sheep thus begat the black sheep and here i stand tattooed white trash. the end.)
so high and mighty showed up to further prove how much better they are than us. they all sat on one side with my mother. the babby daddy, i love that term, his family sat on the other. they are very spanish. very. not that i don't like spanish peopl, i love evry on under budda's eye, but there's a difference in the way two different cultures do things, like baby showers for example. we do the quiet coffee and cake with presents thing and all the kids play to get under the watch of the oldest of the younger cousins (which was me for many years!) and we wear red lipstick and kiss every thing and leave in limoes as champange falls from the sky va va. no his family eats a lot, gets drunk, dances to very loud latin music, open presents, claps and dances some more and adorns the baby mamma, HA!, with flowes and alittle spanish ceremony and they all call cabs.
I prefer the latter. definetly more fun.
but you take these two things put them together in one room and you get a derailed luxury train and a turned over tequilla horse drawn wagon, 2 dead horses and whole lot of big haired women trying to out scream each other.
i started drinking at 9:30 and played bar tender. in fact being the odd one out every one thought i was the help. so that suited me fine.
some other stuff happened but i have to look for a job or something so it'll hav to wait.
i miss pat terribley. which is probably a good sign that my anti depressents are off balanced. i'll look into it.
kisses
pins
And there aint nothin wrong with bein white trash!