Full Weekend

I haven't posted anything on here for a little while now, so I thought I'd mention a few details from my past weekend very briefly. The adventure began Friday when I went to a wedding at which I knew nobody but my date, Jenni. It was (don't get confused) my date's sister's husband's sister's wedding. That is a lot of apostrophies. Anyway, I mostly hung out with Jenni and her parents, who were nice enough to drive us around to ensure that we could get as wasted as we wanted, of which I took full advantage.

Round two of the weekend started at 9:30 AM on Saturday, when Adam, Cara, Christy and I headed out to St Joe, Michigan to celebrate Christy's double dueces birthday at the infamous Venetian Festival, which featured nothing Venetian. Our main activity was laying out at the beach, which spawned the immensely popular game of throwing debris down the gap formed in my extremely sexy loose fitting swim trunks. Also of note was the Better Than Ezra concert, which brought back memories of friends of mine long ago who were big fans. They said their first album came out 9 years ago, so in Cara's world that means that I may have heard them as early as age 15. I wasn't too familiar with them coming in, but I recognized a few songs, and they put on a pretty good show.

Sunday night was perhaps the most eventful of all, as my Dad took Adam and I out to dinner to reveal his big news at the Macaroni Grill. Let me interlude by saying Fuck You! Mac Grill, for the following reasons relating to my past three visits there:

1) They write down the wrong order for me and I have to wait 20 min to get the right thing
2) They flat out ignore my order, dont bring me anything, and I wait 20 more min again
3) We put our name in, but they accidently scratch it off and move on down the list, delaying us 15 min, then when we point this out they tell Adam that they are out of salad (Italian restaurant out of salad!?). A few minutes later the entire table next to us gets salad...

Anyway, my Dad announced that he was engaged. I felt a certain level of vindication, as I had actually predicted this would happen earlier that weekend. For anyone who is curious, I am fine with this development, as I feel I am at a point now where my 50 year old father's decisions have less of an effect on my life than the important ones I am now faced with. So congrats I suppose.

That about does it for the weekend. The following week should be equally as interesting, as my friends Sean and Matt are visiting from VA beach starting Wednesday, and Mike, Rabbs, and I are possibly signing a lease at an Ann Arbor area apartment complex this week as well. Not to mention, Adam's birthday is coming up as well. Finally, Mike, don't waste your time calling this a diary entry, as I believe a diary entry needs a little more emotion behind it, like the fucked up goth girls who talk about cutting themselves in guilt and shit like that, something very absent from my rants. Alright, cya all later.