Fick Family Party Wrap-Up

Apathy. Rage. Passion. Drama. All common themes at the Fick Family Holiday Party.

Okay. Definitely not... but it was entertaining to a point.

Yeah, so the precursor to this was a lot of BS, no one really wanted to deal with it from our family, and everyone was bitching and such. My family went out in the morning to Best Buy and this other random store and I got this sweet velvet-looking blazer (and the new Sin City DVD).

We got back to the house and my grandpa was putting up a ridiculous amount of no parking signs everywhere so the street wouldn't be blocked in, (oh, and btw, his house looks like Chevy Chase' house in Christmas Vacation, with about 10,000 lights.) So yeah, to cut to the chase, this thing starts up. All the proverbial old people start coming over, and these two sisters who I'm somehow related to who are about.. Late 20s'ish. My dad starts having a discussion with them about Vodka. Classic Mike O'Brien move. He's recommending all of these various vodka's and one of them is like "yeah I get all my alcohol for free - I have a friend who's a biochemist and whenever I want to try out a new brand of Vodka or something, I tell him, and his company goes out and buys it and he tries to emulate the flavor with all of these chemicals, then when he's finished he gives me a few bottles of the stuff." Classic.

Yeah, then later, I went and talked to these two kids with PSPs who were sitting outside (it's definitely like 50-70 degrees in STL btw, not 15 degrees or whatever). They were also bored out of their freaking minds, and didn't want to be there either. Maybe one day I'll appreciate these family reunion-esque things, that day will probably come when I'm past the age of 21. Not that I'm a huge advocate of drinking, but I could see how that would make a difference, seeing as most of the adults were thoroughly trashed.

Oh yes, and I can't go without mentioning what I have so aptly named the "Fick Family Clique," which consists of a sect of the family that is a bunch of locals who live near each other, and they chill with each other a lot. (That's the intel my mom gave me afterward.) I encountered this clique all sitting in a circle in the living room, having a seemingly exclusive conversation. I didn't want to go near them, it was kind of creepy. Freaked me out a bit.

And the final fun thing of the night, Ashley (cousin), my sister, and I became bored and hungry... SO, we decided it would be a good idea to roast marshmallows in the fireplace (inside). So we naturally looked for skewers (like for shish-kabobs), but were unable to find any. Then, we stole a hanger from the closet and used that. Very very tasty marshmallows... mmm.

All in all, not a bad event, I suppose. Funny seeing all the drunk people tho...