I'm at my grandparents' house. Of course I haven't gotten any work done, yet...just kinda chilling out. I swear to god my brother and my dad are so predictable...all they ever do is sit on the couch and watch tv. Like they can't do that at home. I mean I don't have tv and you don't see me doing that...oh well. Ha last night was funny. Well...sorta. At first it was. My dad's family is really big on drinking and it's my dad's birthday so naturally everyone wanted to get wasted. I mean...it's an excuse. So everyone started drinking except for me, because I was busy helping with dinner and I was sticking to soda. But Steve got busy drinking the cheap yet extremely strong beer that my aunt keeps stocked in the back refrigerator. Hmm... So we sat down to eat dinner and I noticed that everyone was buzzed except for me, which was actually pretty funny considering they were all laughing and well...acting hilarious...and I was the only sober one there. But that got old so I decided to catch up with them. After dinner we always have a big bonfire at my grandparents' house, so I grabbed a few beers and went out to join them. Only I apparently underestimated the alcohol content of my aunt's beer, which was like.....they were way stronger than I assumed they would be. I drank 3 really quickly and felt nothing until they hit me all at once. I ended up sleeping in the car....but not right away. No. While I had stopped at 3 beers, my brother had continued to drink them until he had had like......I dunno....maybe 7? I'm not sure how many...I haven't counted the cans, yet. But yeah. He had a lot. But I was used to him just kinda ambling around, not quite drunk...but this time he was waaaaasted. So my aunt and I ended up having to stay outside with him by the fire after my dad, Carmen, and my grandparents had gone to sleep. I was tired and tried to go to sleep, but my aunt kept waking me up to help with my brother. So I went over and tried to get him to stand up but he wouldn't. THEN...then...he puked alllll over the place. It was soooo sick.... Sadly, I had left my camera inside the house. (sorry, Jordan) We ended up having to drag him into the house around 1 in the morning after he had passed out. Fun stuff. Blech. By that time I didn't really care where I slept. So I just crashed in my dad's van. It was fucking coooold...but yeah apparently I lived. Ha my grandmother is crazy....you wouldn't expect her to be such a heavy drinker, but she is. It was hilarious. She kept telling the story about how my father was conceived in a yellow leather chair they used to have in their living room and my dad kept freaking out and telling her to shut up and it was way too funny...they were all so wasted... But anyway. Interesting evening. And today I have to find a bunch of stuff in my grandfather's back building to use for a still-life. I looked in there earlier and found some cool stuff... Haha and Steve got another pack of cigarettes last night...although I think he forgot about them. I confiscated them, of course... Hmm the end. For now.