The Girls of Wolfeboro

This weekend we spent with Jimmy and my step-siblings, as it was my step-brother, Tyler's, birthday. He had a party and a bunch of his drunk friends over, who are endearing and as polite as one can be while drunk, but towards 11 PM I started feeling claustrophobic and anxious. I was trying to focus on the Red Sox game, but the massive group of girls standing right up against me were all chittering about their previous drunken escapades in the last week alone, and arguing over who was the most drunk that night. Why anyone would ever want to brag about how drunk they were, is beyond me. Though, I do suppose it's a form of setting places- puffing their chests out, trying to look more intimidating than the girl next to her. The girls who I knew at the party- and there weren't many that I knew- were not participating in this social ritual, and I feel that it made it all the more easier to distinguish the girls with substance, stability, and morals from those floozies who had come for the free alcohol, weed, and maybe a happy ending by the end of the night with one of Tyler's many guy friends. It's not exactly my favorite way to spend an evening.

Yesterday, when Melissa got out of work, we had dinner and then went to see Harry Potter 7.2 in 3D. It was just as amazing as the first time, and we were both crying during the end. I am so thankful for someone as level-headed and fun as Melissa for my sister.