judypatricia

Easter always sucked, for me. I wasn't really raised religious, so the point of it largely escaped me, other than what I had remembered from Catholic school. Easter meant, for a long time, itchy yellow dresses, shiny white shoes, and tights. It was always just a boring holiday made worthwhile only because of the free basket of candy. Although, I am loving the plethora of Jesus programs on the History and National Geographic Channels. I could be the biggest Bible-burner in seven states, yet sit down and watch something about the Shroud of Turin, totally content and intrigued.

This was how my Easter dinner went, as told to my friend Jay:
Me: so listen to this shit, so embarrassing.
Jay: haha, ok
Me: me, my dad, his wife, her sister, and her little daughter, all go out to this real guidified mom & pop-type italian restaurant, out on long island...
Jay: lol
Me: and i'm staring at the waiters as they pass, and they're all total guineas. like, straight-up. and i'm staring at their eyebrows because they all looked like they had had them waxed or trimmed or something, because it was so noticeably not very masculine.
Jay: HAHAHAHA
Jay: i love that
Me: like the ends by the sides of your face, got thinner and more sharp, you know? like a woman's. haha
Jay: "gino, look-a-good-a fordda peeople. tonight is a-pasta-holidayyy"
Jay: lol
Me: HAHAHA
Me: exactly!
Jay: they totally had a wax.
Jay: because guids with big eyebrows all look the same, unfortunately i fall into that category
Me: hahahaha
Me: so yeah, i'm staring at like, all four or five of them that keep passing intermittingly throughout the meal, and then i made a comment about it to my dad's wife and her sister, when none of the guidos were nearby.
Me: so cathy and joanne wait for some of them to start passing by again, to check it out for themselves
Me: and when a few of them did, cathy and joanne, like, nod, and say yeah they wax
Jay: lol
Me: so one of the guidos was standing right fucking behind cathy, waiting for someone to pass so he could go to the next room, and cathy says so loudly how it looks like they all wax or tweeze their shit. AHAHA
Me: he totally had to have heard her
Me: and i started laughing so hard, and my dad was sitting right across from me, and he like, yells at me, "JUDE, knock it the fuck off, man. that's so uncool. like they don't fucking know what you're laughing at, now, jesus fucking christ."
Jay: LOL
Jay: they so knew
Me: i know! hahaha
Me: i was so embarrassed
Me: god
Jay: its okay, they deserved it
Jay: no man waxes their eyebrows without getting ripped on

In other exciting news, someone told me something I didn't particularly want to hear, last night. When my friend Sarah and I had hung out at Bay Terrace on Friday, we ran into this kid, Lawrence, that I know from elementary school and just from around College Point, and for whatever stupid reason, I gave him my number. I think I did it because I figured he realized that we have zero to talk about or in common with one another, and so he wouldn't call. I was right; he hasn't called. But last night, while I was sitting on the couch with my dad, he texts me: Hi i was just thinking about you. I had no idea who it was, so I asked. After he told me, I was getting annoyed because my dad kept asking me who was sending me messages and I also just plain ol' didn't want to talk to him. That was around 9:30pm. Then about 1am, I again receive a text from him, only this time, he writes: Listin i'm a lil drunk and i have to tell you that i have had a crush on you when we where younger and now i see you and its still their what should i do.

Now I should probably go call my mother. I forgot to this morning. And oh! by the way, I've decided to go down to Florida to visit her in June.