No es bueno...

New Years... well, what can I say about it... perhaps, disaster?

So I went with my sister and brother-in-law to his parents place for New Years, I didn't exactly want to go because every time I go there nothing good comes of it, there's always an arguement about something, and I'm always getting yelled at or lectured. So, I went because my sister didn't want me spending the holiday alone in her house.

We're there and I brought my laptop so that I can have something to do while they're in the other room chatting about whatever, and I wasnt connecting to the internet for some reason, so I asked my brother-in-law about it (he's the techy guy) and he tells me to ask his little brother. I go to ask him and I cant get a sentence out, or even a syllable. His father is yelling for him, then continues to yell that I need him to help me get the internet on my computer.

He helped me, and continued to his video games. Then the dog comes in the room barking it's lungs out and pees on the couch. They come in the room screaming at the dog, start getting the dog all hyper, and he starts jumping at me and the others. I have a brand new laptop, this isnt working for me. I get up, get pushed back down on the couch, where do I land? Right in the puddle the dog left. Lovely.

About 10pm more people show up, food is ready, I get up to go get something to eat. The dog broke the cable that hooked me up to internet.

By 11:30 I was ready to go home. My parents home.       My brother-in-law had lectured me for about a half an hour about making decisions and college, my mom called me to talk to my sister, and all I wanted was to watch New Years Rockin' Eve with Dick Clark, who looks like he's doing better.

We're down to the last ten minutes and my brother-in-law brings out the wine and champaign and cups, is pouring the wine for people, and comes to me, my sister and his mom made the hugest scene in the world in front of a housefull of people. His mom said there isn't going to be any underage drinking in her house, and I was going to respect that. Then my sister looks at me with a disgusted look and says, Mom said you're not to drink either! You know better! I don't think you should be drinking! and on... Gary's insisting, I'm embarassed, Tina and my sister are angry... I declined.

One minute past midnight Tina (the mother-in-law) gets up and gets a fancy glass thing from the china cabinet, shoves it in my face, and tells Gary to pour me some.

An hour later we left.

Way to celebrate... I'd have been better off sitting at the house alone. :-/