Since it is the last day of the year, I suppose I should say something. Hmm�I�m going to be going into my fourth year here as a diarylander. Imagine that, I was actually able to commit to something almost regularly.
On Sunday, I ventured over to Cousin D�s house to celebrate Christmas, yet again. I guess that was thrown together so everyone could see Cousin J and his kids.
Oh joy.
Anyway, it turns out that Cousin D and Fiancee F were married in August.
In secret�.
No one knows the actual reason why they kept it a secret. The urgency was explained. It turns out that for immigration purposes (Fiancee F is a Canadian) they had to do it right away. The explanation for the secrecy was that Fiancee F wants a big wedding.
If you ask me, she wants more presents.
Moving on�
So we�re all crammed into the basement of a small house in Livonia. I actually liked the house. I liked it so much that I want to buy one when I get a job (though I won�t). It�s just too small for three very large people. It�s a good singles or young married couple�s house. It had a nice finished basement.
We�re all in the basement, chit chatting and eating. Nothing exciting was going on. I almost escaped with a non-dysfunctional day. That is until Cousin D�s new stepdaughter, who is about 17, wanted to take Cousin J�s kids, who are both less than 10, to the corner store for some candy. Cousin A�s whined that he wanted to go, but Stepcousin A said no. Apparently, the last time Cousin A went to a store with Stepcousin A, he stole something. Stepcousin A had taken him back to the store and made him apologize to the store owner.
Well, Aunt C didn�t like the thought of her son being embarrassed like that and yelled at Stepcousin A. So this time, he wasn�t allowed to go. The rest of us were downstairs when this transaction took place, so we didn�t know that he was supposed to have stayed home with the rest of us.
While my lungs were being choked with the six or seven smokers chainsmoking in the very badly ventilated basement, we could suddenly hear screaming upstairs. I guess that Cousin A had decided to chase after Stepcousin A and Cousin J�s kids with no shoes on in the snow. Then he ran out onto the very busy highway nearby and was playing in traffic.
Does Aunt C do anything? Yes, yes she does.
She yells at Stepcousin A for not including him, tells Cousin A that no one likes him, and dashes out the door without saying goodbye.
Could the rest of my family possibly forget this incident and move on? No. They spent the next two hours talking about Aunt C and Cousin A. I realize that Cousin A can be a brat sometimes, but there�s no reason to sit there and talk about them that way. Jeez. I think that half of the stuff that they were saying was BS anyway.
Last night, my dad took me and his girlfriend to the casino in Sarnia. I swear that was the most boring hour of my life. There�s nothing like watching money that you could have used for other things just slip away from you while you pretend that its entertaining.
On a lighter note, he bought me a packet of mini Absoluts at the Duty Free Store.
That�s about it for the events of the past few days.
Tonight I�m going over to AC the Coworker�s for a fun-filled New Year�s Eve party. She got an entire keg for us, which I find pretty entertaining since this isn�t a huge party.
It certainly does seem to follow a pattern of New Year�s of the past. Two years ago, I threw my own party, which was pretty darn fun (in my opinion) but was still pretty tame. Last year, I went up to LL, the Nice Guy�s, cottage for some margarita filled fun with his best high school chaps and their girlfriends. It was pretty fun, but to our chagrin, LL�s mum didn�t leave and we had to keep it pretty low key. At least it was an entertaining card-filled night (which didn�t involve any drama), but still pretty tame. This year, I�m picturing that it�s going to be fun and tame, but I have visions of the last party AC threw in which people were jumping off her roof and into the pool.
Hopefully no one will get hurt.
