"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to . . ." -Some oldies singer, I don't know who
That was the theme of Justin's birthday party. And no, that had nothing to do with Laurie- surprisingly Ron did not show up for the party sans famille (or at all), and no one (especially Auntie D.) said a word about it. Go figure.The reason why was Justin himself. He's a weird kid. The only one in the family who isn't a big eater and joker. He's dead serious almost all the time. As a baby, he hardly ever smiled- he'd smile for like a second. He's improved now, to about four seconds.
As you could probably guess, there were tons of cameras on hand to record the big day, all the smiles, all the gifts, all the cake. However, Justin was kinda perverse about it. He'd be smiling at his baby cousin, the cameras would go off, and Justin's face immediately turned into a sad pout, or he'd flash an annoyed look to the camera operators. It got a laugh at one point when Uncle Bruce took a picture, Justin gave Tammy a dirty look, and she goes, "It wasn't me this time!" I swear, he had unerring timing to make sure that he never looked happy on camera.
He got a TON of presents. He even got this huge box, about six times bigger than he is (now THAT'S a sign you had a good birthday!). It turned out to be a purple plastic play car. (Geez, even my one-year-old cousin drives more than I do!). That kid made out excellently. Ah, it's great to be an only child with SBOCS (Spoiled Brat Only Child Syndrome)!
Then came the cake. Justin got his own little cake to destroy in any way he wanted (several people commented on the irony that he'll never be able to do that again). Now before I go on I should mention that all of that side of the family just loves babies being messy with their food. Rabidly surrounding the table with everpresent cameras, they waited like vultures waiting to dine on humor. At first Justin just patted the cake. He tried a little bit and spit it out. He patted the cake a little more. Then he inserted his arm into the cake center. The family burst into laughter, Justin started bawling.
It took about twenty minutes for them to calm him down, and eventually he managed to destroy 3/4 of the cake, smashing it around, throwing pieces and dropping them off the high chair. Tammy and Les's joke was "Hey, Justin, give _____ a big hug!" Tammy then let Justin pat cake into her hair and said, "Mama doesn't mind." He patted it onto her boob and she changed her mind.
The afternoon was just full of ludicrous little events like that.
I'm all imsomniac lately- could not fall asleep all night. I decided around oneish that I'd just stay up and sleep when I finally felt tired. That, however, didn't happen until around five A.M., and by that point I figured, "Oh, the hell with it, I'll just stay up and then I'll be all sleepy tomorrow." I sat up tired for hours, finally passed out at 8:45 a.m., had to get up at 10:15. Smooth. Yawned all day, but, of course, now that it's night, I'm not tired at all. I shoulda been a vampire. And Mom's already yelling at me that "you're not gonna get to stay up all night and sleep in in Hawaii!". Ick.
Mom came in while I was typing this and started reading the page (all the party stuff) and started cracking up. She then said that a. I shouldn't show Dad this ("Like I would." I said back), and b. "What, you're not writing something about how mean I am?" Well, anything to oblige . . .
Okay, I'm kidding, she hasn't been bad today. But one thing to mention in regards to her: While driving to the party, she starts asking me stuff about FDG, including the blooper question "Where is he moving to?"
"Uh . . . another place."
"Where?"
"I don't know." (actually true)
Man, when she finds out that he lives in a frat house . . . trouble, trouble, trouble.
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