Sometimes ya just need to party...

Last night, T hosted his second annual Wrestlemania party at our house. It started around five pm. We cleaned all day for it so the house is completely spring clean, it really is nice. However during this cleaning I knocked something glass over (the second glass breaking incident of the cleaning process). T cooked all day long. He and K had recently gotten a three crockpot buffet thing and he was desperate to have something tastie in each. He made meatballs (with hot dog buns for meatball sandwiches), Cheesy chili dip w/chips, and Lil' Smokies. Everything tasted delicious and he was very proud of everything.

He invited over his two brothers, his cousin, and one of his long lost friends from elementary school. K was excited to watch this one because 'The Rock ' was hosting it and she loves him. Loves him. We had a good time. T's ten year old nephew ate almost an entire bowl of peanut butter m&m's which sent him into a sugar induced frenzy of messing with everything he could get his hands on. However, because everyone else was drinking, it was pretty much up to K and me to watch him. And when I told him not to mess with something T's brother J looked at me and said 'Don't make a big deal out of it and he'll drop it.' Hey, this is my house, idiot with no kids and no child rearing experience, you had better back the F**k up. Wow, I was angry. However, as they were guests I kept my mouth shut and luckily nephew calmed down (somewhat) and everyone else was drinking so --whatever.

I really dislike T's brothers, honestly he is the best of the three. J and his wife just brought new handguns and told us all about them not once, but twice. Not that cool. They are trying to get pregnant (which is a whole other issue for my sister who is positive she doesn't want kids and is pressured by both of his brothers now about it), and now you have guns in the house. Awesome. T's other brother K-dick, thinks he is god's answer to every question. Sometimes he's nice but on the whole he is a douche bag. And especially to women. And especially when all three of them get together.

So, how does one positively handle a gathering like this? Well, you sit by your sister, who you have known for thirty years and both of you yell like crazed groupies at the TV while half naked neanderthals pummel each other fakly, rooting for whoever has the skimpier costume. The food was good, the company not so much, but on the whole it was good fun. And T tries so hard to make sure everyone is having the best time possible, he really loves hosting things, so we try to help, every once in a while. He deserves it.

--Side note, second date is totally on like Donkey Kong, on Thursday night at Lazlo's, he also suggested Crappy Beer Night, so I suggested if he were interested we could go there or the Starlight for some drinks afterwards, if he wanted. Still, riding the super high excited train about it. Yeehaw!