happy birthday cholito and sports related injuries
it was my nephew's first birthday party on saturday. he was adorable eating his peice of cake like his life depended on it... too bad he got most of it in his face and hair rather than in his mouth. he loved the Elmo lollipops his tita made him(that would be me). he liked pulling the strings of the elmo pinata(how do u do the tilde on this thing???) but then freaked out when he saw all the kids almost kill each other for whoopers and sourpatch kids... i was one of the "kids" :0)
it was fun. although a little weird. see when we were younger our childhood parties were really for the adults. i think i only had two parties where i actually invited kids to my house.. all other times it was just family... the adults getting drunk and dancing the night away while the kids were in the rooms playing atari or other such games...(damn i'm old). i mean my brother didn't even have beer!!! and when i asked him.. yo where's the alcohol he said... this is a kid's party, and anyways some people can't handle drinking. and i thought - oh shit who told him?? but then i remembered that my brother-in-law has the current title of getting crazy while drunk... because i get drunk and crazy in front of strangers not my family... most of the time.
so after the cake festivities and the pushing of the smaller kids out of my way to get the good candy... we went down to the basement to play the challenging and strategic game of FOOSBALL. we acted like total losers screaming and taking shit to each other. there were 3 teams that took turns at the table... and my cousin chynah doll and i were kicking ass... till she got injured. her wrist just started to hurt and she was unable to defend our goal as efficiently as before... but it was ok cuz i was 100%... then i got injured. my thumb is still swollen. and slowly we lost our lead. till finally we just looked at each other.. after hours of screaming and sweating and painful playing... and quit.. to ice our injuries. foosball.. vicious vicious game.
so after PA... i came home... rushed to get back out to go to the cave. nothing extremely important happened there. had fun as always. hung out with the guys... danced with the guys.. saw the midget... he really needs to stay away from my cave... fucking midget.. but anyways... fun was had by all... the ecuarockero was there... acting strange again.. flake. but i did find out that he thinks i'm in love with him... yeah ok sure.... stop being a flake.
next weekend is costume day... and i still don't know what to dress up as... suggestions from my readers would really help... all three of u :0)
it was fun. although a little weird. see when we were younger our childhood parties were really for the adults. i think i only had two parties where i actually invited kids to my house.. all other times it was just family... the adults getting drunk and dancing the night away while the kids were in the rooms playing atari or other such games...(damn i'm old). i mean my brother didn't even have beer!!! and when i asked him.. yo where's the alcohol he said... this is a kid's party, and anyways some people can't handle drinking. and i thought - oh shit who told him?? but then i remembered that my brother-in-law has the current title of getting crazy while drunk... because i get drunk and crazy in front of strangers not my family... most of the time.
so after the cake festivities and the pushing of the smaller kids out of my way to get the good candy... we went down to the basement to play the challenging and strategic game of FOOSBALL. we acted like total losers screaming and taking shit to each other. there were 3 teams that took turns at the table... and my cousin chynah doll and i were kicking ass... till she got injured. her wrist just started to hurt and she was unable to defend our goal as efficiently as before... but it was ok cuz i was 100%... then i got injured. my thumb is still swollen. and slowly we lost our lead. till finally we just looked at each other.. after hours of screaming and sweating and painful playing... and quit.. to ice our injuries. foosball.. vicious vicious game.
so after PA... i came home... rushed to get back out to go to the cave. nothing extremely important happened there. had fun as always. hung out with the guys... danced with the guys.. saw the midget... he really needs to stay away from my cave... fucking midget.. but anyways... fun was had by all... the ecuarockero was there... acting strange again.. flake. but i did find out that he thinks i'm in love with him... yeah ok sure.... stop being a flake.
next weekend is costume day... and i still don't know what to dress up as... suggestions from my readers would really help... all three of u :0)
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