The Valentines Day Party... Dum dum dum!

As you all know, I had to go to a V-day party on Saturday, and the entire week I was complaining about it. In fact, I was so intent on not going, I tried whining again when I got home. No such luck. I had to get dressed up and go to a banquet hall. It turns out that my cousins were coming too (I think I told you this) and they had to drive in our van with us. I, personally, was in a rotten mood so I did not talk to them and listened to my iPod instead. I do not know what I would do without Panic! and the Plain White T's (and Maroon 5 and the All American Rejects...). Anyway, when we got there we ended up getting odd seating plans. After requesting several weeks in advance that we have tables together, they gave my cousins table 54 and us 30. So, we all sat at table 54. I got a rose from a girl as a party favor, although she told me "I was too young" and my dad said "Not really..." and everyone laughed as I blushed and stared at the ground. That was when my cousin (the guy) started pestering me saying I wished I had a life and some other stuff like that. Frankly, I think he is an idiot and told him to leave me alone, he listened.

Ten minutes after having settled down we had to get up and relocate to table 30 because of some issue I am still not aware of... Then, when we sat down I began reading one of the magazines on the table, when my cousin (a girl in grade 12) began asking me how school was. I really hate these questions because she is in school herself and show know that school will be school. Anyway, I replied by putting the magazine down and said, "Fine, fine. And you?" She took my sarcasm as an interest in the topic and began telling the me about the flora and fauna of high school. I laughed at the right parts and shook my head where necessary but I still could not feel completely involved the in conversation. After 15 minutes of her talking, I began asking which universities she is going to apply to. She said she is thinking of McMaster, U of T, U of WO and I think she said something about Ryerson... Anyway, she already told me she wanted to be a doctor, so I decided to ask what kind of doctor. She said a neurologist. 

Now, remember how I told you guys that my mom thinks I am dumb and does not tell anyone about my marks? Well, my cousin was under the impression that I was an average 8th grader at my school, which is not a good thing. So, having found something to do with my time, I put on the dumb facade and watched her cry with delight at how smart she was. Here is the conversation we had. Everything in brackets is what I was thinking.

Me: So what kind of doctor do you want to be?

Her: I want to become a neurologist.

Me: (You did not need to say "become".)

Her: Do you even know what that is? It is a brain doctor.

Me: (Did you know that the Egyptians were the first to conduct brain surgery?) Oh. How interesting. Is there a such thing as a brain surgeon?

Her: Of course

Me: What is it called? (A neurosurgeon, go figure!)

Her: I think it is just called a brain surgeon.

Me: (Yeah. Right.) Do you want to be one?

Her: What? A brain surgeon?

Me: Yes.

Her: No, I can not handle surgery.

Me: (Then what is the point of studying neurology?) Cool.

Her: I know. **Nose in the air**

Anyway, after an hour or so of that, we decided to go eat. There was nothing in particular that I liked. I mainly dove for the noodles. Let me say, these were snacks. Anyway, as we ate a random lady came up to us and asked how we liked the noodles. She claimed they were the best and that one her place could make the best. She claimed they were "to die for". We simply told her they were great. Well, I told her they were great, my cousin went crazy and said she wanted all of her friends to try it and that it was something to envy... In the end she asked for the lady's address. The lady gave her one of those crazy looks, and she said she owned the banquet hall and left. I was trying to distract myself with the noodles, but let a few giggles slip. It was so funny! The look on my cousin's face was "to die for".

After eating there were a few performances by singers and break dancers and then people slowlu broke apart to go to the dance floor and shake their groove thing. I, can not dance so I decided to occupy myself with the magazine again. My cousin however loves dancing, and decided to be a martyr and stay with me at the table. After 5 minutes of her twitching I convinced her that my article on "Recession with kids" would keep me entertained and that she could go dance. She seems releived and ran to the dance floor. I was the only one at my table for an hour or two, so as you can tell- I was bored. I decided to walk around. On my walk I saw quite a few people who used to go to our school, and they looked different. After a while, when I saw my mom coming back I decided to return to the table.

Little did I know my mom was coming to bring me to the dance floor and force me to move. I was humiliated and could not dance at all. Mainly because, I DO NOT DANCE! My mom did not listen and my dad found this funny so I was forced to bob my head to the music. After half and hour of my hideous dancing my parents said I could go back to the table, and frankly, I was relieved. Soon they served dinner and I occupied myself with fettucine alfredo. My family finally spared the dance floor and joined me for dinner. 

After dinner my cousin and I decided to go to the upstairs level of the banquet hall and began talking. We talked about parents, school, her stalker, and pretty much everything in between. It was an interesting conversation, I'll give you that. After an hour or two we went downstair and found our parents looking for us. Oops. After a lecture on responsibility and whatnot, we left. (After getting dessert- icecream!) 

After this we simply drove home, and I laughed to my parents about the neurologist thing, because their parents were not in the car with us. That was basically it. My V-day party experience. Now, after looking back on the night, and considering the time I had, I think I still would have decided to stay home. But, that is just me.