party!

so, saturday was the day of partying for me. started out dull, had to write my papers, but they all cleared out of the house to let me do it. finished before they came home, and played the piano. it was really lovely. i need to do it more, so i could do it decently. my fingers forget. not that i was any good to begin with, but i could remember what things were supposed to sound like. someday i'll have a place with soundproof walls and get my mother's piano. right now it makes the room i'm staying in like a victorian parlor. it's mom's office, and it's the only room that feels like hers, instead of her stuff in marty's house. it has this enormous picture window which is by the driveway, and you look in and it looks so warm and cozy and inviting. enormous overstuffed couch with giant red flowers, piano, red wallpaper, new emac. it made me close to being comfortable there. mairee came, and it was so nice to chat with her. we were just getting to dish though, when allie came in. and it was fine, i mean, fine conversation, but mairee and i didn't get a chance to really catch up emotionally. i was a bit bitter about my openess though, cause later when mairee left, and allie's friends came, i felt so shunned. allie had told me that i'd prolly want to hang out with mom's friends upstairs cause hers would be too juvenile. i was like, whatever. but then, when they came, they just talked unswervingly about highschool friends. plus a was there, and while i adore a, i never feel best in social situations with her. it's crazy as she's always my prom date, wedding date, whatever i'm doing in pa, but that's how it goes. so i could have gotten really angry, because a and i were employing our best conversational technique, and they weren't just not talking to us, but actually physically turning their bodies to make a separate group excluding us. however, allie kept making these opening gestures, turning to me, saying, "what were you gonna say, cait?" and that made all ok, somehow. cause it showed that we really do have a relationship- it's not just im or something, and she knew that they were being rude and was sorry about it. not embarassed about her friends (like mom might be, kicking them under the table) beacause it was justified, i mean, hs is all they have in common, and it's been awhile, it's good to catch up. and i don't give details of my life to my friends random big sisters, either. but i was glad to have a. there to say let's get out of here. and that was TOTALLY worth it, cause when we got back to "my" room a. gave me an amazing back rub. she's been thinking of reinventing herself again, and becoming a massage therapist, and my shoulders think it's a good idea. it's a good plan to have someone like that in your circle of friends. then when allie's friends left she came in and the three of us chatted late- it was really nice, good drunken bonding time. i unfortunately was drinking the berry vodka a brought in pepsi, and was totally wired by the time she left. so i was a total mess the next morning. and then had to go to my stepsister vicki's baby shower (remember her from thanksgiving?) it was really bad- poor allie had to get there early to set up and deal with all the mothers, and neither of us had gotten any sleep, and it was this hot cramped little room, and allie and my separate relationships with vicki are often a point of contention. i left early- mom said there was a sing along messiah, so we went to do that. i was glad i got a chance, since i'll be in germany for chicago's... it was hilarious, all those old people, that tiny church, the standard soloists. crazy. the chello player was in my grade- i can't remember his name or anything about him. behind me was singing mrs. daelhousen. she was a mother of a hs friend and the head of the 4H sewing group. she's such a bizzare personality. i was glad to escape with my life. i've actually been talking about her alot- she's the most perfectionistic, anal person i've ever met, and i'm always invoking her name in the costume shop, ie "tom, mrs. daelhousen would think this zipper is too wrinkly. do i have to do it again?" and he says, you're crazy, it's fine. i like being seen as the perfectionistic one at the costume shop. it's a new role for me.