Recap of Memorial Day Weekend

Sunday, my older brother D.B picked my mother, grandmother and took us over to his new house in Maryland. He and his wife, C, have a lovely home!

When we got there, my sister, T, and my niece, AR, were still cooking food. C fixed a saltfish coleslaw like dish, and it was delicious. I should try Carribean food more often. (C is from Grenada.) T’s daughter, Tt, and AR’s boyfriend were down in the huge basement watching The Simple Life. The cookout was really a high school graduation party for T’s son, CC, and a birthday party for my aunt D’s son A.

While I was sitting at a table with my mom and her former in-laws. She told the story of how she nearly killed me as an infant. I was three months old, and she fell asleep with me on her chest on the couch. In her sleep, she thought the weight on her chest was some dude laying up on her expecting to get some. When she was about to punch me to the ground, something told her to open her eyes. When she saw it was me sleeping on her chest, she felt weak and very guilty. She said she told that story to everyone that could listen that week because of her guilt. I’m glad that she opened her eyes because I may have been killed, paralyzed, or injured in someway.

For the most part, I had a lot of fun even though I didn’t really mingle with a lot of people. Medium sized parties aren’t really my forte. Really. I tend to get really anxious in a medium sized group than in a large group because in a large group it’s easier for me to disappear and to mingle with more people. I could’ve kept a lot of conversations going if I hadn’t kept my answers very short. Hopefully, I’d be able to manage for JR and V’s birthday party. It’s happening in about a month, and I hope to have a job by then. I want to buy a cellphone, so when the new people I’d meet ask to exchange numbers, I don’t have to get anxioius about not having a cell that takes long distance. (Does anyone have a good cell phone plan out there?) General anxiety sucks balls. Big, nasty sweaty balls. I’d probably post more indepth tomorrow about this.

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June 2, 2006

always a nice story to hear about how someone almost killed you 😉