My Saturday was spent being an adult.
I attended my ex-adopted brother's baby shower. Make sense?
It's the dude who was super incredibly chill with me a few years back, then all of a sudden lost his balls once he got in a relationship.
Well, he wound up marrying the girl who cut his balls off, and apparently it wasn't too successful of a vasectomy, because they're now awaiting the birth of their first kid.
Since I'm only resentful with certain subject, being kicked to the curb for a girl isn't TOO serious... especially if my dude friend ends up marrying the chick.
I guess they WERE serious.
The moment they try and mend fences, I'll more than gladly agree.
OK, so yeah, my ex-adopted--maybe-one-day-re-adopted brother invited D and me to the baby shower, and we agreed to attend.
We arrived three hours late to the shindig, just in time for the cupcakes and cookies, but too late for the games. Perfect, if you ask me... 'cause I fucking hate being peer-pressured into partaking in the stupid party-games of baby showers... or any party, really. Fuck that shit.
As made obvious by the photos, I was being my typical wallflower-self:
Well, not a complete wallflower, since I WAS talking to the people around me, and not just D.
(I just love how I can find all these fucking FB photos of me being a creeper! WTF?!)
After the gift-opening extravaganza, where tears were shed by the majority of the people present (babies cried because they were tired, adults cried because Ex-Adopted-Brother was crying like a baby over his mother's gift), we turned the party into... well... a party.
We cranked up the Vicente Fernandez as the "Babies, GTFO!" sign.
Once the babies were gone, we busted out the tequila, and the drinking commenced.
Some days, I just refuse to believe there's a better thing than being Mexican.
I attended my ex-adopted brother's baby shower. Make sense?
It's the dude who was super incredibly chill with me a few years back, then all of a sudden lost his balls once he got in a relationship.
Well, he wound up marrying the girl who cut his balls off, and apparently it wasn't too successful of a vasectomy, because they're now awaiting the birth of their first kid.
Since I'm only resentful with certain subject, being kicked to the curb for a girl isn't TOO serious... especially if my dude friend ends up marrying the chick.
I guess they WERE serious.
The moment they try and mend fences, I'll more than gladly agree.
OK, so yeah, my ex-adopted--maybe-one-day-re-adopted brother invited D and me to the baby shower, and we agreed to attend.
We arrived three hours late to the shindig, just in time for the cupcakes and cookies, but too late for the games. Perfect, if you ask me... 'cause I fucking hate being peer-pressured into partaking in the stupid party-games of baby showers... or any party, really. Fuck that shit.
As made obvious by the photos, I was being my typical wallflower-self:
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| I'm a "Where's Waldo?" fan. |
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| This would be my "Where's AnoMALIE?" entry. "I'm wearing black..." |
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| Clearly, I'm having the time of my life. I love everything related to babies. Right. |
(I just love how I can find all these fucking FB photos of me being a creeper! WTF?!)
After the gift-opening extravaganza, where tears were shed by the majority of the people present (babies cried because they were tired, adults cried because Ex-Adopted-Brother was crying like a baby over his mother's gift), we turned the party into... well... a party.
We cranked up the Vicente Fernandez as the "Babies, GTFO!" sign.
Once the babies were gone, we busted out the tequila, and the drinking commenced.
Some days, I just refuse to believe there's a better thing than being Mexican.
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