So, it was another busy weekend at casa de TrueJersey . It was a good one though. And finally, finally, after 9 days of non-stop rain, the sun came out. We finally had a nice crisp fall day today.
Yesterday was my cousin J's Sweet Sixteen. I was a senior in high school when she was born, and I have always thought she was just about the coolest thing that ever existed. When she was about 2, I brought her into my room and showed her all my Bon Jovi posters (it was more like wallpaper - covered every inch of the walls, including the ceiling and the inside of the closet ). My sister and I taught her how to say Bon Jovi, and we would point at the pics and say "Who's this?" and she would yell "Bon Jovi!" Well, here she is, 16 years old. At her party, I met her boyfriend. I saw him hold her hand and I wanted to take him out. She's just a kid, for crissakes, get your damn hands off her! Bah, am I getting old or what? But what made my day (or year, or life) was when she introduced me to this pierced punk-ass kid she is dating (nah, he seemed like a cool enough guy). She said "this is my cousin True, my favorite person on earth." Awwwww...I just about melted. Now I know I am not really her absoluter favorite person - I think that spot is reserved for Billy Joe from Greeen Day - but it was sure nice of her to say.
Princess and J:
And the most exciting thing is that in December, I am taking her and one of her friends to see Bon Jovi on one of the nights I am going! How cool is that?
Today, we went to a housewarming party for Hub's tattoo artist. Is that odd? Does it mean you are addicted to tattoos if you are close enough to your tattoo artist to be invited to her housewarming? Well, anyway. We had a nice time - they bought a farm (its not a working farm anymore - just a cool old farmhouse, a barn, and another house-type-thing of some sort) and they have so much property (6 acres - compared with my 50x100 lot). Her husband somehow talked me into drinking this moonshine his friend made in his bathtub (nah, not really, he said it was grappa, but isn't that really just a fancy Italian name for moonshine?). It was NASTY. It was so strong that it actually ate through the plastic of the cup I was drinking from. How gross is that?
See the green? That's the plastic disintegrating or something. It freaked me out a little.
And what did I do the rest of the weekend you may ask?
I heart my iPod so much. I don't know how anyone (Tommy) could hate iPods, it is just the rockin-est thing I have ever owned. I truly heart it so much.