I Guess There's No Such Thing As Peace and Quiet

The party was alright. For the most part it vehemently reaffirmed my desire to not have kids. Which is funny because my nephew made an effort to interact with me and actually call me by name, something he only does with his mom and dad. He's still scared of my brother and he's on the fence about grandma.

Sooo much drama. The woman my brother got stupid drunk with and knocked up kept trying to give me advice and telling me what to do, even blatantly interrupting a conversation between my cousin and I by changing the topic to something entirely different and no way associated with what we were discussing (apparently it was really important she burst in on our League of Legends conversation by asking about the fires happening around lately.) There wasn't a lull in the conversation for her to jump in on but the minute we took a breath she seized her opportunity. Also she's nursing a not even 3 month old and she polished off two bottles of champagne on her own and my mother suspects she drank the rest of mom's bottle of wine, which was only half-full, because she can't find the bottle anywhere. At some point during the night she asked mom if the fans could be moved outside since it was so hot.

No. Stay inside where it's nice and cool if you're so damn hot. Do not tell me how to prepare the food that I made you as a courtesy. Do not attempt to ruin a music game by playing your own during other people's turns. Invest in some earphones, go jump off a cliff, I don't give a fuck. Just go. The hell. Away.

I blame my brother for this 100%. He explicitly states how much he hates her (when she's not around, of fucking course) so it's like

Why

then did you feel the need to bed her TWICE. You're a fucking idiot and you deserve every second with this woman because you chose not be responsible for your actions and blame alcohol instead.

On a final note, I have learned to never play two rounds of beer pong when you know you're a fucking lightweight when it comes to alcohol, even if we did use shitpiss beer. You'll regret it at 2 in the morning when you pay a visit to the john.