Penny Hero (dot) Net

So, my day at home was pretty fun. I hung out with my brother, and stole one of his shirts, a necklace and his gameboy SP. (muahahahah!) I’m such an evil sister. I got him addicted to Jay Chou too. *wiggles* Like I said yesterday, next will be Dragon Ash.

My dad’s party was a surprise. a big surprise with about 35 people crammed into one of the party rooms at Izzy’s. This morning, I played suave and dragged my dad with me so I could go buy myself some clothes. Tried to make it seem like nothing was going on except for a “small lunch with Bonnie and us kids.” We came home and I put on some music, and we just talked (I was really waiting for the phone call from Bonnie to say that they were ready). Finally, the call came and I said “Oh! They want to just meet us there for lunch. let’s go.”

As we pulled into the parking lot, dad started to squirm. We stepped outside and he muttered “I’m seeing cars. I’m seeing lots of cars.” We enter the room. Lots of laughing, lots of people, beer, wine, cake, pizza, presents, photos, fun.

Oh, and I got carded by one of the waiters too. Ha ha. that was funny.

Later, Bonnie tells me to go get wine from someone named “Chris”. She was already drinking, so I thought “um… ok. I’ll go get more wine,” thinking that was what she really meant. Turns out that Bonnie had already told this “Chris” guy to look for me when I came in with my dad… said I was cute, single, 21… and she apparently thought he was cute, and decided I should hook up with him.

I guess Chris also came back and talked to Bonnie and convinced her to convince me to go talk to him… or something. (Wow, I feel like I’m in high school!)

So Bonnie empties another wine container and hands it to me again and says to go find Chris. So I did. And he says “I don’t usually do this kind of thing but… ” and promptly asks me out. So yeah. I’m apparently going on a date with one of Izzy’s assistant managers on Monday.

Who knows. Maybe he’ll be cool, even though he lives about an hour away. I’m evil for already judging him as lame just because he’s 21 and apparently not going to school. I’m such a bad person. (He was kinda cute I guess.)

In Other News: I want my cell phone. Really really bad. I hate how Amazon.com still says that its expected delivery date is November 21. LIARS!

I’m hoping it will be delivered Monday. Because I sure as hell won’t be driving all the way back to Newberg just for a date. (Besides… I’ve still got my stoopid crush that just won’t go away! to keep me all fuzzy and happy miserable inside.)