Somehow my family birthday party and the annual summer closing powwow ended up on the same day this year...this is how it went down:
8:00--I wake up, becuase, obviously, Saturdays are for running errands and not for sleeping in nosireebob
8:30--My dad and I sucessfully leave to run errands, purposely leaving my brother behind with Mom and Grandma to do unforgiving chores
9:00--Elmer's doesn't have the right kind of Argentinian wine. Vodka and beer a yes.
9:30--Walmart doesn't have guest napkins in the right design. But the toaster ovens look interesting, so we pick one up.
1o:oo--We find Zeytinia to be lacking in both the oregano and Clorox departments...off to Stop and Shop.
10:30--I point out a yet untried bagel place as a possible candidate for lunch. Dad points out it's 10:30 and I already had breakfast. Guess who wins.
11:00--We return home. The house smells of garlic and MSNBC.
11:10--I am instructed to sweep the deck clear of leaves. I finish in 10 minutes.
11:20--I am instructed to sweep the deck "correctly." I finish in 30 minutes.
12:00--I plead to help with food prep.
12:01--I am instructed to make the sangria, which makes perfect sense, considering I am of the legal drinking age.
12:10--Peach schnapps smells delicious.
12:50--I clear the sangria cups and such and pretend to do something constructive in my room. I run through my Youtube subscriptions.
2:00--The party is slated to start.
2:43--Our first guests arrive.
5:00--Three Sprites and Twelve games of Wii cow racing later, dinner is served. My cousin talks about her generally positive reaction to her ACTs this morning. I eat way too much Wave Hill.
6:00--Present time! Other summer birthdays first
6:15--I open my first present--books on Shakespeare and manic depression. I feel optomistic.
6:20--Swedish Fish, Twizzlers, and a ticket to Next to Normal, a new musical about manic depression. Subtle theme or ill-advised hidden message from my family?
6:25--I seriously never knew anyone made the "Candy and Money" gift basket, but I'll be darned if that isn't a box of Nerds draped with singles.
6:30--A polo, an iTunes giftcard, and an icecream maker ball from Grandma.
7:30--Dessert, complete WITH FOUR KINDS OF PIE, including the only blueberry of the season
8:00--Aforementioned cousin: "Oh hey, before I leave, wouldn't it be a great idea if we all had a pitch-black night swin in the 60 degree pool? Everyone change!"
8:30--Me and six other suckers in the pool later: "I don't know....it looks kinda cold."
8:40--Two games of water basketball a la glace. My team loses twice.
9:00--we dry off in time for two episodes of iCarly in a row. Gibby takes his shirt off...typical.
10:00--House Hunters! This time, they're actually not Canadian.
11:00--BED. I AM WIPED.
PS--Title reference: the frigid waters reminded me of the Godawful Titanic novelization