Last night was pretty eventful. Yesterday as a whole was pretty eventful.
Yesterday was my Father’s birthday. He passed away in 2007 and this marks his 6th birthday without being here.
I celebrated it with my older sister Joyce [I have 3 sisters total and 1 brother] and my niece Autumn and the new addition, little Izzy who my sister plans on adopting. I consider him a nephew already. He’s very lovable.
So I went to visit them three and my niece and I went to Party City for 5 balloons to write on and to let them go in the sky for my Father and it was cute. The ride there it was just her and I and she’s 6. I was never alone like that with her since she was a baby. She was telling me all sorts of stuff and asking me weird questions. “Why is your lip pierced?”
Apparently she doesn’t like my car’s color because the green is the “green that looks black”. aha.
Anyway, had to come back to pick up the fucking balloons because there was an hour and a half wait. THE FUCK!? For 5 little latex balloons?
Went to get milk and cookies and went back to Joyce’s and had a lunch snack with her and the kids. Got the balloons, wrote on them, took photos, and set them off. Mine went ina total opposite direction as her’s and the kid’s. Damn thing just wanted to be free, haha.
Autumns balloon popped which was originally mine because I wanted red and she got pink but it turns out my red was a dark pink :/ so she didn’t want the light pink anymore. Green it was for me.
I left them around 2, hopped on the expressway, got lunch with Izzy [my boyfriend] and we had some weird conversations.
He had to leave me early for work, I went to Steve’s where he ate my leftovers and we watched a shit ton of music videos off On Demand.
Got something to drink, gas, stopped at Oasis for some Woodchuck, bumped into Fuzzy and Michelle, bought our shit and headed to Bob’s practice spot.
A lot of Green Day was being played, Bert was spilling shit everywhere, Melissa had on some Salmon color coat, Myopia songs were played! I made conversation with this real tiny cute red head who was absolutely adorable.
We were there for a solid 4 hours, maybe? I don’t remember. I was pretty intoxicated. Everyone started to leave and fade out but a few and Bob I believe came back saying to Russ that Bert went up to Bob and explained that there was a fight about to break out and this and that between someone and apparently that was me and this guy Greg.
All I did was quote some Wayne’s World. HA.
Bob said we weren’t leaving, we were going to his place. Melissa drove with Steven and I and she directed us to her house and lo and behold, we talked with everyone [almost everyone] who came over, tried to drink but tried to sober up also. Had interesting conversations, seen some insane gnarly shit!
Bob has a painting that John Wayne fucking Gacy fucking painted. HOW MANY OF YOU CAN SAY THAT? I don’t think really any of you can…
The photo of me here was born inside Bob’s hidden bathroom. I love it.
Everything about last night was pretty fucking rad/solid.
AH, before I forget, do you see the shot glass from Vegas? That was supposed to be my 21st birthday present when Bob and Melissa moved to Vegas and I just got it last night.
He handed it to me and I’m like “Do you know how old I am now?” given the fact he knew that this shot glass was owed to me. I didn’t even start to drink til I was 22.
There were some silver beads inside. I don’t know why I got them but I’m keeping them.