The Birthday, The Patron and The Republican

My brother is home for the holidays. His whole fam is here with his wife. Its going great. His wife is ok and she's not having her weird tantrums like she used to have when she first got married with him. She has a bit of problems, but who doesn't right? We're all nuts in our own ways. Ok, I'm just trying to be nice...she's a bit nuts. Not the point though.

My brother turned 30 this passed Wed so we decided to throw a party for him at a bar with cousins and their wives. It was a GREAT idea till shit happened like nuts. My sister inveited her boyfriend so he can meet all of them and they all harassed him liek you have no clue. Apparently they figured out who he looks like: The lead singer to Hottie and the blowfish. It was funny at first till they kept reminding him every 5 minutes. And every round they were more and more drunk. Eventually asking him to sing the lyrics to the hit song. He had enough and told them to fuck off. Great first introduction. I don't blame him. He had all the right. He had balls because one of my cousins is the size and thickness of a concrete wall. Thank god he was the nicest. Yikes.

Not to mention how I almost got into a fight with all of them despite their sizes. I'm not scared of them. But they decide to let women hit on them when they're married.... with newborns at home. My sister finds me walking out the bathroom and tells me to go quick and pry a ho off of one of them. I go and she's all asking my other cousin if he's single. I tell her to not waste her time and to walk away cuz they're married. Pretty much to make the story short, my cousins hate me, called me a bitch 3 times and the girls in the joint were giving me the stink eye all night. Massacre.

Because of all this mess we're all fighting at home now. Me with my dad first, cuz we didn't tell him what happened. Then me and my sister because she's damn selfish. Now things are a bit awkward. :-/ But I can say one thing, I've learned something from this and will vow to speak up from now on. I will tell my sisters when they're wrong the moment I know they need to get checked. I did today and I feel like a million bucks. No more psychology doctor bullshit work from me. I'm done.

My sister with her boyfriend is pissed cuz my bro kinda didn't defend it by saying he has to 'man up' and 'stop being a pussy'. Seriously? It's not the way you treat people, period. So my bro has changed a lot. So much so, he even thinks and argues that Obama is a terrorist. Lovely. My sister, being a political fanatic and studies it, loves to argue things about it. She's sooo hurt she walks into my room last night crying her eyes out and with alll seriousness, puts her hand on her heart and sobs saying, "I think he's a Republican," And sits on my bed to sob some more.

She might be right. I think he is. And we're devastated. I know it sounds ridic, but to us it's social status and his mind set. We're worried Vancouver, WA state is sucking all the Hispanic out of him. I mean, he is the 2% Hispanic who populates there. I laughed a bit at her cuz she looked funny saying that while crying her eyes out. It made her laugh too, but deep down things HAVE changed. So, I took the opportunity to tell her that, she too, has changed. I don't feel like I have sisters anymore so much. But i guess that goes with growing up. I need to get used to it. I need to find life on my own. I think I'm getting there. But it's hard when everything you ever did involved a set of sisters.

Her boyfriend doesn't want to talk to her anymore. He's giving her the silent treatment now and is completely turned off by our fam. Fantastic. Great first impression. At this rate, we'll never get married and die alone.

Whatves. Point is, I made the best of the party and got all fucked up that night cuz I was with fam and knew I was safe.

I had a shot of Patron and butt load of other shit I can't remember. LOL

Here's the result:
Me singing NKOTB's The right stuff

Me rapping Fresh Prince of Belair


I think I look smart. :-)