Memorial Day weekend was alright. Saturday I just did the movie thing. I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End. It was okay. Luckily my sister came to her senses and decided to barbecue. We did all of that on Sunday so people could rest on Monday or do whatever they do. The barbecue was okay food wise. The mix of people there left something to be desired though. There were a bunch of people there that I didn’t know. I just wasn’t feeling the scene. Personally, I could’ve said hello, played with my puppy girl for a minute, picked up a plate, and bounced. I didn’t but I really considered it. The only reason I didn’t was because I didn’t want to hear any body’s mouth about being a recluse. As far as I’m concerned, most people have an expiration date on them when it comes to how long I can stand to be around them. I can’t help the fact that the more I’m around people the less I like them. Irregardless of nature or nurture, I’m antisocial and for the most part, I’m comfortable with and have accepted that.

I’ve also come to realize a couple of things. One, my dislike of children is a lot stronger and pronounced then I realized or subconsciously wanted to admit and two, that my misandry (http://www NULL.answers NULL.com/topic/misandry) even extends to children. For the slow bus people and those among the vocabulary challenged, it pretty much means that I particularly dislike little boys. I guess between that, my agnosticism, and my general contempt for organized religion I’ll never be able to be a Catholic priest. God damn it! Anyway some kid came over with his grandmother (they’re related to my brother-in-law somehow) and he brings a carrier with a puppy in it. Now there are three dogs in the household already. If you know nothing about canine behavior why the fuck would you get a dog let alone bring one with you to a house with other dogs? I just don’t understand people. The poodle, Tyson and the Pomeranian, Sasha were inside. Sasha is the mother of the little boys puppy. Now Tyson pretty much sniffs every piece of ass in his vicinity, it’s natural. He’s also done a bit more than sniffing because I found out that he knocked up Sasha. I’ve made it known to my sister that if by some freak chance my pitbull actually let her poodle mount her and got pregnant that I would personally throw that litter in a garbage bag and drown them in her bathtub myself but I digress.

The puppy is terrified because it hasn’t been properly socialized and takes off running around the house and yelping. Of course Tyson thinks it’s fun and chases the wimpy little fur ball around. The boy wants the other dogs locked up or put outside. I hate people that are uncomfortable around or downright afraid of dogs demanding that you put the dogs up. Hell, it’s their house. They have more right to be there than you do. Put your dog up. Better yet put your dog up and take her home. But what can I say, it’s not my house. The boy goes on and on talking about how Tyson could just eat his dog up. Maybe if he was feral and starving but otherwise it wouldn’t happen. I so wanted to tell the boy to shut the fuck up already or tell his grandmother to shut him up. I don’t understand why people let their kids ramble on and on. You tune that shit out and don’t pay him any mind so why the fuck do you think anyone else wants to hear that? I wanted to pick him up by the throat and choke slam him through my sister’s coffee table. Then again I’d probably have to hear him scream, cry, and whine about the glass, pain, and blood too. (SIGH) Sometimes you just can’t win for trying.

My sister hadn’t even put the burgers on the grill yet. She had a bunch of other shit on the barbie but hadn’t gotten around to the burgers yet. She had the music bumping but we have very different tastes in music. I could’ve done without the Mary J. Blige. I find most of her music to be derivative and boring as fuck. Don’t get me wrong she has a couple of songs I like but for the most part I think she sucks, her music is garbage, and I don’t understand why so many black women like her music. Oh well. I’m just sitting there trying to tone out the annoying little boy and the loud sucky music. I wanted to go home so bad. I like peace and quiet and I absolutely love having the ability to control my environment. You don’t get that when you’re at someone else’s house. There wasn’t even any eye candy to look at at the moment because Little Miss Short Shorts wasn’t there yet. Well there was one hot chick there but she’s married (separated actually) but I don’t really enjoy flirting with married and involved chicks so much. Oh I’ll do it but because of their situation I always hold back and what fun is flirting if I have to hold back?

Finally the burgers are done. I grab a couple of them and fix a plate. I didn’t want to be around the annoying people so that meant I either ate outside or bounced to the basement. She has a big screen TV in the basement so that’s where I went. I pretty much had it all to myself for an hour. Then that peace and quiet was pretty much ruined. I watched the end of the first half of game three of the NBA Eastern Finals. By half-time I was ready to be home. I had to get away from the people, the noise, and the chaos. I just couldn’t take any more. It was kind of disappointing but that’s the way the cookie crumbles sometimes. I guess the next major family day is the 4th of July. I’m not sure if I’m going to hang out at my sisters or just go see Transformers and call it a day. I’m leaning towards Transformers.

Monday, I did absolutely nothing and enjoyed it.