I won't ever do that again. I mean, I won't do it again while stuck with the limitations that I am stuck with. I'd gladly go to a Wii party, even provide food and drinks and bring them over, but have one here, and spend that much money only to have nobody really show up? To hell with that.
On the plus side, the two people I wanted to show up the most did. Sarah and I played a little bit of Smash, some Mario Kart, then we watched Unbeatable Banzuke and Ninja Warrior. Vanessa and I played a little bit of Mario Kart (she hates Petey Piranha!), then some Smash (I got to see KK Slider's concert!), then we went into my room and watched three episodes of Living Single! She forgot the DS I gave her...
It still sucked, though. All that extra food for nothing. I completely forgot that I bought Easter Cookies. And don't even get me started on all the soda that was not drank...
On the plus side: being exhausted allowed me to sleep in on a weekend for once! Well, that and my animals constantly waking me up. First it was a cat. Then it was a dog. God, annoying ass animals.
Today was a really, really bad Easter. First, I didn't get a basket. It's the first time in my life that I didn't get a basket. Yes, I'm 24 years old, but, dammit, Easter Baskets filled with White Chocolate is LOVE!!!
I thought it would be okay, though. My cousin, one of the many flakers from yesterday's "I'm going to throw a party, spend a bunch of money, and then have next to nobody show up" party debacle called me up and was like 'what are you doing right now?' Since I never have plans in my life for the most part, I said nothing. And then he was like 'I'm coming to get you, we're almost at the door.' So, what can I say to that? Easter with the Fam? Okay...
I didn't have time to grab my DS, PSP, or MP3 player. These are mistakes that I will forever lament, though make sure that I don't do again in the future.
My Aunt, who I haven't spoken to in over a year because she's a horrible judgmental person now who tries and does everything in her power to make sure that everyone in the world is taken down to her 'I stole 40 grand from my mother and now don't pay any of it back!'level was there. They, my cousins, know that I don't want to talk to my aunt, but they take me there without telling me she would be there. Then, they refuse to take me home when I ask them to. Fuckers. So, I have to deal with my aunt. We don't say anything to each other, but the fact that we're both there makes for much discomfort. And that isn't right. I don't want to be the one causing discomfort, but if I'm unknowingly put into a situation where there will be discomfort, well, then, what am I supposed to do, right?
My grandmother makes me promise to talk to her in case she talks to me, which I did. We didn't talk, so I didn't break my word. Win. Then she pulls the whole 'I'm going to die soon and blah blah blah' card. It's extremely effective, but doesn't really work in this case. Of course the 'I just want you to do this for me because it makes me happy' card is also extremely effective, because I'm willing to do damn near anything for my grandmother.
Then, when my mom (drunk, might I add) comes to get me she talks to my aunt, and my aunt says that I disrespected her. My respect must be earned, it is not just given.
Things I learned at the Easter Party from Hell:
My cousin was hit on by a gay guy last night. And stripped down naked at some point in the night. The night before? He was pulled off a girl after, as he put it 'like two thrusts.'
Said cousin also has kind of chubby cheeks. I just noticed this. Beer does that.
My cousin still wants to go to Disneyland. But now she's going to renew her season pass online!!! Arg! I'm going to rally my parents for a Disneyland trip over Vegas. I have very little interest to go to Vegas. Although the Mirage does have a rainforest inside. AND the white tigers. Dear God, I love White Tigers. They're my favorite animals in the world. But Disneyland is DISNEYLAND. Disneyland trumps Vegas. If that happens, I don't have to worry about my cousin's schedule any more. Plus, the idea of my mother on the tower of terror? PRICELESS!!!!
Then, I come home, and my mom tries to make me deviled eggs. Deviled eggs are like the #2 thing (behind ham) that I love about Easter. And these deviled eggs SUCKED so much. It was full of fail.
And the ham won't be ready for an hour. I love ham. I hate eating late.
So yes, the damned bunny can die.