It’s like a movie extravaganza! Or something like that. Last night we went over to the Tozer’s house for our family Easter dinner. We had ham, mashed potatoes, asparagus, meatballs, and a whole bunch of other stuff. It was really good. But, seeing as all the cousins (the “kids”) were betting it would be boring if we didn’t do something, we decided to go out and rent a movie or two to watch. We headed over to Super A, with me driving. At first Corinne was going to drive, but her car was in front of ours in the driveway, so ours was blocking it. Then I asked my dad for the keys, and Jennifer said something like, “Don’t you think I should drive?” “No,” was the response. That was about it. I made sure to rub that in. My dad trusted me with the car more than her. Heh.
So anyways, after spending an eternity in Super A Video, we finally picked out The Incredibles and Johnny English. We were looking for something funny that most of us hadn’t seen. Then we stopped off at Corinne’s house because Jennifer wanted to borrow The Terminal from her. She decided to just stay at home since she would be going home soon afterward anyways, so we headed back to the Tozers. Just as we pulled in, Angelie and Kristy showed up. They had been over at the Gillmore’s house and decided to walk over and visit. Angelie and Jordan disappeared, of course, and Kristy and I went down and played a game of pool while we waited for Aunt Lynn to be finished upstairs. She wanted to watch The Incredibles as well, so Bethany and Jennifer held off on watching it – that gave us the time for a horribly stretched out game of pool (since we both sucked). I finally won, even after my long beard got in the way that had been growing since the beginning of the game (that was a joke, just for those who were like, “What? You grew a beard?”).
After watching The Incredibles, we sat there and laughed at the teachers in our school for a little while. I’m not sure how the subject actually got brought up, but we had a good laugh. Then Uncle Dave drove us all home. It was a pretty good night all round. The next morning I woke up and went downstairs, to see Jennifer watching the special features of The Incredibles. I made some toast and sat down and watched them as well, since I had nothing better to do. I went up and had a shower and then sat down again – she was still watching them. Then, at about 10:45, my dad reminded me that I had a hair appointment that my mom had scheduled. I then in turn reminded my mom, who rushed upstairs to get me there, since I had no clue where the hairdresser lives. I used to go to Josie’s a long time ago, before my dad started taking me to his barber, but I decided that I’d rather go back to Josie’s, since I really don’t trust my dad’s barber. He’s getting old and I can see his hands shake sometimes as he’s cutting my hair. When my hair was short, that didn’t matter too much, but with longer hair it’d be a little more noticeable with a giant chunk of hair missing. So I opted for Josie.
We got there and then my mom left to go do some errands. So there I was, stuck with four women talking about their kids, their hair, and everything else you can think of. Josie was running a little behind, and so I had to wait for a while listening to them talk about everything under the sun. Anyways, when I finally got my hair trimmed about half an inch, and then she styled it all nice for me. My mom wanted it to look decent for graduation pictures, which are coming up in a week or two. I still haven’t gotten over the thought that I’m graduating. It’s a scary thought.
After I got home, I ate lunch and watched the rest of The Terminal – by the time I got home, Jennifer was probably a quarter of the way through watching it. That’s been my day so far. We still have to watch Johnny English and The Bourne Supremacy, the second of which I got for my sister for her birthday. I’m such a nice brother, you know? Heh. Tonight we’re going out to Red Lobster to celebrate my sister’s birthday. I’m not sure why she picked Red Lobster, but fish it is, I suppose. I can’t say I’m too fond of fish, but I’ve survived other times when I’ve been served it. It’s just hard ordering fish, when it all tastes the same anyways. It’s all fishy. And how do I know what haddock tastes like compared to sole? It’s all fish. Now I understand why I’d just order a hamburger when we used to go to Red Lobster when I was little. Such an easy choice, and I’d know exactly what I was getting.
It’s like when we went to The Keg once. There was a list of different types of steak, and I had no clue what was what. I asked my parents, and all they said was, “Well, they’re different cuts of meat.” Thank you Captain Obvious. I knew that, I just don’t know what one type of cut is going to taste like compared to another. What’s the difference? Why is one more expensive than another one, when they probably both came from the same cow? So I ordered ribs. I must say, The Keg’s honey barbecue ribs are amazing. They even give you fries along with it – well, more like potato wedges or whatever – and they have this awesome barbecue flavouring, kind of like what you get on chips. It tastes amazing. I’m getting hungry right now just thinking about it.
One of the strange things I find about my conversations is that they all end up turning to food. It happens so much. It’s likely because I’m always thinking about food, because I’m always hungry. Everything just reminds me of food, I suppose. Speaking of food, I’m going to go get some. Peace out.