Today after three hours of sleep, me, my mother, my sister and grandmother made the two hour journey down to Birmingham to go and visit relatives. Not only this, it also happened to be my great aunts 80th birthday. This pretty much involved a number of my mothers family cramming into a small terraced house. Often when I'm forced into an environment in which there happens to be no option but to partake in social conversation with distant relatives which prove to be not so distant, but usually have the same idea about large family gatherings as you, or in most cases thrive over these kind of shindigs.
It was actually alright. The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed considering the amount of people there. This was probably aided by the sizeable black bin full of alcoholic beverages. To make my life easier, my young cousin kept offering me beer. Not because he wished that I would become vastly paralytic but purely because of the amount of joy he simply got from opening the tops of beer bottles. The sly little bugger managed to get me drinking three budweisers in total... Then of which I was then frowned upon by someone who, wasn't even my relative, due to underage drinking. I wasn't even slightly drunk, and considering I was wearing my absolutely beautiful purple stillettos which I still managed to walk around in despite my slight intoxication, most likely proved my responsibility and ability to hold alcohol.
And to end the day, I'm sat here using a Premier Inn computer for which I had to pay a total of £3 just so I could have one solid hour of internet access despite the advert saying 40 minutes for £2 which if I'm honest would of been much more useful and economic. But it definitely shows some kind of loyalty that I paid to sustain my readers, although I don't think my writing is that gripping nor of much interest to the vast majority of people. But for those who read this crap, I definitely love you all.
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