Nashville = :)

I started writing this on Saturday 5/12/07:

First of all, I need to go ahead and apologize for my drunken rambling the other night. It made for a funny post, but I believe I left out words, punctuation, etc.....which made it difficult to read. Also, I don't normally drop the F-bomb (or other curse words) that often!

Well, we're heading back to Memphis in another hour, so I'll provide a Nashville wrap-up. I came here for my sisters friends graduation, but I'm leaving here with some new friends of my own! As I mentioned in my incoherent post the other day, we went out drinking Thursday night and met up with a bunch of people. Well, I left out one major detail...how we got there. Seeing that we're all smart and responsible adults we decided to call a taxi, but it wasn't any old taxi...it was the Party Cab! The driver (who happened to be Pakistani) had loud music playing, strobe lights flashing inside, mardi gras beads all over the dashboard, and a group of people singing "If you wanna be my lover" by the Spice Girls....hahaha! My description of the Party Cab doesn't do it justice, so I guess I'll have to show you a video:

Continued writing on Sunday 5/13/07:

In summary, I had an AWESOME time in Nashville. My sisters friends were great, I'm glad she has friends that care for her, but also like to have *responsible* fun (calling a taxi instead of driving drunk).

We got back in town Saturday afternoon and found out that my cousin and her husband from Kentucky were coming to visit. Most of you probably don't know this, but I truly despise both of them. Why you ask? Well, I think they're both self-centered, cocky, showy, annoying, full of themselves, and have little regard to the feelings of people around them. Their favorite thing to do is comment on everyone else's weight, for example they've come up to me and the first thing out of their mouth was, "You gained a little weight, haven't you? Why aren't you exercising?" >>> "Geez, it's nice to see you also!" Honestly, I don't need to here this from them, I KNOW when I've gained weight....I don't need them to specifically point it out.

Anyway, I decided to be nice and hang out with them at my parents' house, hoping they wouldn't make annoying comments. BUT, hoping wasn't enough....the husband came up to me and said, "You seem fat and happy.".....he just couldn't resist could he? At that point I wanted to take the nearest sharp object and stab him in the eye {I'm not really that violent....some people just bring out the best in me....lol.} Instead, I just laughed and moved on. Apparently the cousin said something to my sister, so we were both pretty mad the whole time they were there.

On Sunday, they wanted to go shopping with my sister and myself. We tried making up excuses as to why we couldn't make it, but they forced us and gave us the guilt trip about how we didn't spend enough time with them and blah blah blah. Because we're nice people, we decided to meet them at the mall at 2:30pm. We got there on time, but they weren't there, so we decided to get some Passion Tea from Starbucks. They showed up at 3:00pm (being late is normal for them....the Saturday night dinner at my parents' house was at 5:00pm, they showed up at 7:30pm...without apologizing). My cousin and I had wanted to buy sunglasses, so we went to the Sunglass Hut, and while we're looking "the husband" comes up to me and tell me that the glasses he has on are made by Prada and they cost him close to $300. >>>> I don't give a shit! Then he decides he wants to tell the Sunglass hut representative the same thing, and she doesn't obviously care either. We didn't find anything there, so we moved on to Macy's...and once again I see "the husband" tell the cashier about his expensive sunglasses.....WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

After Macy's "the husband" starts complaining about coming to the mall (then why did you agree on coming in the first place asshole?) and he says he wants to get some coffee from Starbucks. My sister and I inform him that we were just there (its located outside of the mall), so we suggest a nice restaurant to grab some dessert or something. He promptly rejects the idea and persists on going to Starbucks. Once again we bite the bullet, and go along with their plan and end up at Starbucks. That hour at Starbucks had to be the worst hour of my life...nobody was talking! My sister and I would try and initiate a conversation (we're very talkative, hell, my sister is studying to be a Psychologist....she can talk to people!), but these two wouldn't talk to us normally! They gave us curt answers and just wanted to know how many calories were in our drinks, whether we were exercising, and stupid shit like that. Oh wait, I'm sorry, they did ask my sister about her research..........................but when she began telling them, they changed the topic >>>> yup, assholes. Needless to say we were soooo relieved when we left, because I was on the verge of "accidentally" dropping my mocha frap on them!

A little bit about the parents....my mom and dad didn't bring up the topic of me being gay at all....we are all normal. Actually, my mom was really nice to me, I think she thinks I'm depressed about being gay. LOL! At least she's talking to me, I know she has questions, but I guess she'll ask them in time.