And so it begins: Grad Party Season 2012


This is going to be more of a recap of my weekend, rather than a rant about graduation parties...that may come later.

After my exciting night of catering to every member of the South Park High School graduating class at work, my weekend began.

Saturday:
Man, this could totally have be a Saturday Fraturday post...those may start when school picks back up.
Anyway. My Saturday began like many a Saturday, I woke up around 11 am and my mother proceeded to yell at me about something stupid. I'm not saying that she just yells at me for stupid stuff, but this was so dumb I forgot what it was. Then I was told that this morning, I would be moving the block that was delivered to the house on Friday that we are going to use to rebuild our retaining wall. That took about 2 hours. After that, I hopped in the shower and proceeded off to my buddy Matt's house to go to a grad party. I show up at his house, say hello to his parents, and he tells me we need to go to the local hardware store for leaf bags for his parents. After our errand was run, we walked down the street to the party. After filling up on traditional fried chicken and pasta, I shot the shit with some old classmates for oh say...7 hours. The night contained many pranks, a fire, a migration, and another fire.This wrapped up around 2 am...mostly because I didn't want to eat a shovel of shit from my mom for getting in so late the next morning...and so we proceed onto Sunday.

Sunday was a very boring day. I woke up in the morning...around noon this time, and headed downstairs to find out we would be taking down the old retaining wall today. Oh joy. Between the blocks, mud, spiders, ants, snakes, and centipedes, it went rather smoothly. If anyone would like 300 concrete cylinders, they're all yours. This was followed up with a trip to the store to get myself new shoes because my old ones finally fell a part. Has some eggplant parmesan for dinner. Pretty bland day. It was made better by talking to a nice young woman for the past 6-7 hours.

I have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow to go to work with my dad, and then drive back to close at the Clubhouse. That's for two days in a row, fun stuff right. Keep telling myself I need the money. Alright all, I'm going to bed, seeya