peteyrock

i had a lot of fun last night. my cousin was so wasted on the way back that she actually started crying and swore that she wouldn't try to kill my mother in the shower. i laughed, but it kind of worried me too.
jill showed up with her friend chelsea and met three of my cousins, one of my cousin-in-laws, a couple of my buddies, and my old bandmate. i think everyone had a good time.
there was this creepy russian bald guy that kept staring over at the group for about an hour. after jill and chelsea and their friends left, the guy came over and started getting all touchy-feely with my mommy-murdering cousin. when he led her upstairs by the hand, the general reaction from the family was, "hell no." brad and i followed them. brad tried to be all smooth and act like he was going to the bathroom and i made it blatantly obvious that we were following them by introducing myself to the russian guy. i can't really remember his name now, that's why he's the russian guy. everything ended up being fine when christyn came back down and passed out, literally, on the table. tim and i were then entertained by her drunk ass the whole ride home.