I Think I'm Getting Old....

my sister had her sweet sixteen on saturday night at metro 53 in the city. it was really nice, although i was the only one there who was above 17 besides my parents and the one sketchy father who decided he didnt want to leave his daughter alone at the party with boys being there. well anyways i sat at the bar and it was an irish run club so of course the bartender was this beautiful irish girl, so i sat at the bar eatting some food, drinking soda, and shamelessly hitting on the bartender. hey i have not been able to flirt with a girl in a long time and we all know i couldnt/wouldnt do it with any f my sisters friends, that is, unless i wanted to go to jail. later on in the night the "cotton eye joe" started playing so i was like how is no one dancing to this, so i pulled my mom and aunt up with me and we were in the back of the club and i taught them the cotton eye joe. it then hit me damn im one of those old people who sits at the back of the kids party with the other parents and dances. at that point im like screw it whatever, and we ended up dancing to the electirc slide, macarena, and the apache (yea the dance they did on the fresh prince of belair).

lately my sister and i have been getting along really well and its great dont get me wrong, but it also scares me a bit. shes really began to open up with me and we actually get eachother. at the same time im still the big brother and i still have this urge to like lock her up in a closet and not let her out for like 10 years, but im beginning to get over it.

so all in all it was a great party and katie seemed to have a great time and thats all we were worried about. damn shes like really growing up (i know i sound like a parent but hell shes my little sister give me a break)

Later Dayz