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I think it was Thursday night, not sure though, but I saw Danny and Kweb! I was outside wearing a hat and sunglasses where I thought I would be unrecognizable to anyone. Luke and Ben were in the car and I guess noticed me. It was so good to see them!!!
Charlotte, I am really sorry about the show. I waited for my dad and he never showed up. I tried to get some shopping in and didn't get out of the mall in time. I know you hate me, but I am really sorry.
Carlos came to pick me up at Omax on Friday night. I guess I was blushing when he walked in. I noticed it, but I was just blushing because (if I even was...) because I was so happy to see him. I'm probably getting all sappy sounding. We went to the mall to try and get my shopping out of the way. I am useless. I came out empty handed! I was so mad. We lost the car, actually we didn't Carlos is just too stubborn to admit that I'm right. By him being stubborn I mean, he wouldn't go to JC Penney where we parked the car. Instead he made us walk around the mall 2 times. RRG! So we were in pretty bad moods. Me, because I was right and he didn't listen. He, because I was right and he didn't listen. We finally left the mall and headed to his friend Darren's house where we met up with Sean. His Darren really really looks like my Darren, down to the Adidas soccer shoes and the tall lanky-ness. We headed to this girl's party. There were not many people there at all, but it was nice. Right as we got there we were handed cups for some "jungle juice." Sean and I instantly started to drink, Carlos took a beer. I was feeling competitive and Sean was letting me so we played some pool. I don't remember much of what happened, but the fact that I drank like 1/8 of that cup and couldn't play pool straight-ly. This went on for a few games, the other boys were later integrated into the pool mix. I finished my cup and asked Sean if he wanted more and he said no. I made a drunken Sean and Darren chug a whole cup of that stuff with me. After that I was way gone, but no I didn't stop. We went into the other room and smoked out of a huka. It was really nice, just like the one we saw at Roxxi's. After about 2 hours of drinking and smoking, I was unable to walk so I took a little break on the couch. Then at about 430 I woke up sprawled out on the couch with a blanket. I knew I was asleep for way too long when I looked across from me in this tiny chair curled up in a ball, there was Sean. There was another girl passed out on the couch next to him, and there was a dude passed out on the other half of the couch. I also knew I missed a lot of the night when I heard Darren threw up. It was weird, Carlos and I smoked together. Hm... we headed home and went back to Carlos' house.
I woke up this morning at about 2-ish. I had to be at my dad's house by 2. Yeesh...I got there at about 330 to see my aunt Kim and new uncle Shawn standing outside of my grandma's having a cigarette. I gave him a kiss good-bye because I figured, well we were all adults here and I am not just a little girl anymore, and it's ok to kiss my boyfriend. The whole being an adult, not a little girl, having a boyfriend talk is weird to say still. So I got out of the car and they were watching me and my aunt in a humorous shock says, "who's the boy?" I just look at her, think for a little bit, smile greatly and say, "that is Carlos, my boyfriend." Shawn: You shouldn't be kissing boys when you have your dad, uncle Bob, grandpa, and myself to get on his ass. We all laugh, but deep down I am happy that they saw me kiss my wonderful boyfriend. I walk into the house to a typically happy to see me grandma. She asks if I am hungry and I walk into the kitchen ready to eat the most wonderful lasagna made. I see my brothers and Ella sitting at the table playing with their little remote control cars. The boys depart to put together the hot wheels track things they usually get for Christmas. I sit at the table to eat and my grandpa comes over and starts to show me these pictures that he had found from way back when. This was a great time. Nothing has changed. I love the familiarity that comes along with my grandparents and Christmas. My aunt and uncle come inside from their smokes and she whispers to my dad, "Angelique kissed a boy, who is that?" My dad: that is her boyyyyyfriend. I hear this all going on in the living room. My dad didn't make a big deal out of it because he likes him and would rather pass the liberty of trying to humiliate me to my grandpa. She comes in and whispers the same thing in his ear. He stood there behind me with his hands on his hips smiling at me as if I knew exactly what they were whispering about, because I did know. So I talked about him. I made it seem like a big deal, when in all actuality, I was very comfortable with this fact. I think more and more lately I have grown a much larger appreciation for my grandparents. Not just the childlike love because of what they got me for Christmas, but thinking about everything that they have done for me. They have made me feel like I really do have a family, and I am a part of a normal one. My grandmother was boasting about how happy it made her that we could bring significant others and friends to meet them, like Charlotte with Thanksgiving and graduation, Chess with graduation, and now Carlos. She says that she's happy with us being comfortable around her and it's not a big deal because we always have a lot of good food. So the night was spent talking of Carlos and being poked fun at by my dad and grandfather and what was going to happen when they really get to sit down at talk to him at Christmas. They are all about the humor and want to make him feel the most uncomfortable. I have to warn him. I took a nap on my corner of the couch as my grandmother rubbed my head like old times. I awake to Titanic on the tv. I fall asleep again. Come 9:15-ish I am woken up by my dad saying, "red car, loud blasting music, could this be him?" I smile again, and say yes. My dad gets very giddy and runs to wake up my grandfather who is asleep and comes out of his room with the Jack Nicholson sticking up hair, absolute trademark of Bob Kalnes. I see Robert rush to the door and hear him talking to Carlos, trying to coax him into the house as I am rustling to get my stuff ready and leave quickly to spare him the embarrassment until Dec. 25th. I hear Carlos ask if he was Mark and where Mark was. Robert screams, "he's coming in!" Everyone lines up around the living room like on 3rd Rock from the Sun when they are about to do their alien hand on head thing to salute the Bid Giant Head. He comes in and must feel overwhealmed because it probably looks as though this meeting was way staged out. He smiles and shakes the hands of the 2 new people he has met. The first thing my grandma says to him was, "my cable is out, I just called the cable company" or something along the likes of that. First impressions, ha! So I get my stuff ready and I tell my grandmother that I will call her about x-mas eve. She then goes to say that Carlos is more than welcome to come with and she would be happy to see him. As we are leaving I am admiring him for being the polite guy he is, one of the first things I noticed within the first few minutes of meeting him, he never loses eye contact with the gp's as we leave. It makes me wonder what they thought or talked about when we left the house. My dad says I have to go downstairs for a quick minute. I am hesitant because I don't want to make him wait with the gp's, but I go anyways. He helps me with my stuff outside and I go downstairs leaving him with my 2 brothers outside skateboarding. I instantly link the word death or wound with the though of Mark because he wants to teach him how to skateboard for some reason. I am inside for a little while because I was waiting for my dad to finish burning me a copy of the Bob Dylan Biograph. We are finally on our way out of the house and I tell him about how he was the talk of the night even though they didn't meet him! He then tells me about how I as well was the talk of the night. I feel at ease, but not for long because Christmas is near and it will all happen again.
And I am happy...
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