You've inspired me to tell you all about Easter. Even though it wasn't that great.
We went to the Biltmore Estate, because my uncle (not the annoying one) somehow roped my mom into giving him a lot of money for the tickets (which was stupid).
So, there were a ton of people there, and the first thing we did was find food, cause we were all starving. We didn't have breakfast due to oversleeping, because for some reason my sister decided to wake us up at 3 to look at our Easter baskets. And then nobody could go back to sleep.
Anyway, we ate gross burgers at the outrageously overpriced Stable Cafe (what a weird idea for a restaurant. We sat in a horse pen) then just kinda wandered around for a while. We made bunnies out of this foamy clay stuff. Oh, I should mention that Jennifer #2's adorable daughter and obnoxious niece were with us. And my uncle and J#2 were in the Biltmore house, so we were taking care of them. I was in charge of the obnoxious niece.
My mom (aka psycho shrew) was like, "AH, I need Rolaids!" and me and Mike volunteered to go get them for her. So when we got back the "Easter egg hunt" was in progress. It wasn't a regular hunt, where the eggs are hidden. It was just a square of grass, about 50 ft. by 50 ft., covered with eggs.
So we walked up to see like 100 little kids beating the crap out each of each other to get the eggs.
Ok, I'm getting tired of this...It can't possibly be interesting for you.
Alright....so then we decided to walk to the Winery. Bad idea. We went 1.6 miles through these really pretty paths, past the Bass Pond, and then the path stopped. So we had to walk back.
We got to the winery, Autumn stomped grapes, my uncle became a wine junkie, and we bought some delicious grape juice. The End.
Sorry that was so long. Bye.
Monday, March 24, 2008
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That was one of the most amazing stories I've ever heard. The Stable Cafe sounds like something in an Alfred Hitchcock movie, for some odd reason. Maybe it's because of that scene in Vertigo. Ah well. Okay wait, J2's daughter is Tess right? Or is that J1? Or is that Kat? Sooo confused. Haha, loving the term psycho shrew. My god, that sounds like the kind of easter egg hunt my grandfather would arrange.
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Oh god, you have no idera about the musicalls, there are so many.
Some are more for laughs than for serious. But still, South Pacific, Carousel, too many, too many. Haha, I didn't realize how cocky that sounded. I didn't many that I personally have good quirks, I meant I have thought of some really good quirks for characters. But I'm glad to be of inspration. Trust me, I'm lazier than you. I swear by it. I'd love to hear my list of good mom characteristics. I didn't know I had any. Other than the reading thing. Oh that last line, It's like a reference to radio hosts in the 30's who would "sign off" with a good message, and they always had a really catchy name. Which made L. Benson turn into Elle Benny. Make sense? If it didn't, sorry. I was just looking for a new way to end the post.
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