Fall Out Boy and Vine are a surprisingly wonderful combo.
Well first thing’s first. Yesterday was my birthday as some of you know (don’t worry if you didn’t say Happy Birthday) . Today however is when the part was held and that is simply because everyone who was invited works throughout the week and so on the so forth.
The people who come to the party drink but they are all calm logical adults who realize its just a way to relax even if you get drunk theres no need for hype. However this is where it gets odd…and rude and where my hatred towards “certain” people or a certain person stems from.
Everyone was eating and having fun there was enough food to go around. I didn’t mind the drinking even i didn’t mind the fact that i don’t like this girl very much because she came with someone else and i didn’t want to make judgement too quickly after all it was a “party” after all not the sort of place where you want to interfere with someones fun if they aren’t doing any harm.
The woman who planned the party and got the food and stuff (my uncles gf) had family there and after they left some stuff happened. Me and a friend of mine were joking about the drunkest guest. A girl whose known for getting sloshed and starting trouble (fights , cursing, shouting matches ,etc) In Between the woman who was holding the party’s family leaving and some more of her family arriving (including two babies) a fight had more or less broken out because this woman is a very nice woman. She simply told the drunkert to leave because as i said she is known to start trouble and had been drinking “Southern Comfort” and we all know its got a reputation as some what of a riot starter.
She was stumbling , slurring her words and at one point couldn’t even keep an unlit cigarette between her lips long enough to get a light from someone. This was giving me and my friend a good reason to giggle and crack jokes under our breathe. She was told to leave because she had gotten what the person responsible for the part considered “too drunk” she stood up and almost knocked over a picnic table. This is when the woman holding the party for me said “you need to leave” she said it in a mean tone but she and I and lots of others had gotten sick of seeing her stumble about and we also knew what was probably coming next.
She called the woman in charge of the party a Bitch “You wanna start on me bitchyada yada”. Before i knew it the woman holding the part ran up and jumped on her and was almost swinging and the men that were there (my uncle and his friend) pulled them apart. Thankfully they got her out of the yard just as the family with two babies in the car pulled in. People were shouting “get the fuck out of here and wishing and hoping she’s leave but no. “I forgot my phone” she protested and we thought we got her to leave she started walking….we thought she’d left she was down the street and then she walked back and kept mentioning her cell phone. Before i know it she leaps over a lawn chair which intern falls over and the metal legs of it no doubt scratch the surface of the paint of my other uncles car. (Brand new Chevy Cruze, no we are not rich its a rarity that he’d have a car that wasn’t used and rusting really it is) She lands on the gravel driveway (skinning her knee, which she tried to blame on someone else). What she was trying to do however was run up behind the woman in charge of the party and sucker punch her. which didn’t happen she saw her coming. It pisses me off because i knew she was bad news and i didn’t say anything. e_e The party settled down eventually but the whole ordeal with trying to get her to leave then my uncle letting her go to his place (acrossed the street) to sleep it off even though she was so damn rude) was exhausting.
- A compliment
- A story
- Why you follow me
- If you met me what would you do
- A cute message
- One thing you want to tell me
- One thing you want to know about me
if u dont think 18 year old patrick is cute then dont talk to me
fun fact i learned yesterday: a group of pugs is called a “grumble”