Mar 29 98
Friday I decided to, as a good journaler, reply the few e-mails from people who read this journal that were sitting on my mailbox. Every journaler I have written to answered me fairly soon (with exception of Ginkgo, but she replied eventually, and apologized), what really makes me happy. I kinda feel important, knowing that someone took his/her own time to write to someone they don't know, just because this person sent an e-mail to them. They could just ignore me, you know.
I always take care not to sound too intimate of the person I'm writing to. The fact you read this person's journal every day doesn't mean you should treat them as old friends. They don't know you, just to start with.
Saturday was Ana Paula's birthday party. Which meant that since Friday my relatives were arriving here at home for the party. But most of them arrived Saturday. My father has seven brothers and one sister. Five of the uncles and my aunt came, each of them with their wifes and an average of two kids each. My grandma Norma and uncle José came too. All of them were spending the nights here.
I like it, because my relatives are all so happy, which means two days of partying non-stop. The downside is that for the whole weekend I had nowhere to stay alone. There wasn't a single empty room here during the whole time. But it was really nice, I hadn't seen them in quite some time, so we had a lot to talk about.
The party was at 7 pm. It was nice, many of Ana Paula's friends came to the party (which meant we had 20 6-year-old kids running around and screaming), all the relatives and some of my mother's friends. My father set up all his sound equipment, what he usually does at parties, because he always plays the guitar at parties. He plays it very well, has an excellent repertoir and sings pretty well. Unfortunately one of my mother's friends plays the guitar too, but sings some pretty bad songs. My father let him play a lot, so it wasn't as fun as it could be. But the parts he sang was very good, we sang together until people put their shyness aside and started singing too.
Of course, not everybody could spend the night at my house, so... Danilo and I went to sleep at Davi's. We went to Pri's house to meet him there under a drenching rain, and when we arrived there we found out they were out of light. Almost all of the Harem was there, all having candlelit conversations, what's kinda dangerous since almost everything at Pri's house is inflamable. Two hours later the lights came back, when we started playing Ars Magica at one room and AD&D at another.
I went to sleep at two am on the sofa. They woke me up at six, saying they had just finished playing and that they were going to Davi's house. We went there, and went back to sleep. Danilo woke me up again at 12:30 am, and we went back home.
Random thoughts:
- I realized today that Backstreet Boys are a bunch of Spice Girls wannabes, except that the Spice Girls are better.
- Today they are trying to make a live comedy show into a Brazilian Oscar (or something as important). It isn't working.
- I spent hours downloading desktop themes. Some of them are so lame, but I finally found one I liked. The bad part is is that I don't have Plus!, so I downloaded a Desktop Theme Manager from the Net. It's fairly good, except that everytime it starts up I have to see a photo of the author he put on the start up window.
