After my friends and I graduated from high school on a rainy evening in mid-May, we felt that we had accomplished a major milestone in our lives. Now, the uncertain event of college loomed ahead in the near future, but for now our focus was on the upcoming summer, and how to make it unforgettable. After cheering, throwing our caps into the air on the steps of the Rosary Cathedral, and some last pictures, my friend Amanda thought it would be a good idea to meet at Buffalo Wild Wings to celebrate. Amanda is the type of person who always has ideas about something fun to do, especially if it involves a get-together with friends. Natually, I said yes, because I love spending time with my family and friends. Besides, who dosen't like to eat insanely spicy food, in the company of your closest relatives and friends? Unfortunately, Maria and Stephanie were busy with their families, so they could not make it. However, Amanda, her sister and her boyfriend, and my uncle, aunt, and family could all meet each other for a late dinner. It was fun to talk about absolutely nothing important, while stuffing ourselves to the limit on the good food, to celebrate our success and achievement.
Usually before an event that is planned at the last minute, my family tends to rush around trying to get everyone together for the upcoming car ride, to our destination. Unfortunaetely, this means locating everyone, which was not easy to do, especially in the packed, hot, and humid cathedral. For some reason, especially after a major function, everyone decides at the same time that they want to leave, which means a race to the exit. As my family and I waited in the endless line to exit through the cathedral doors, my brother suddenly went missing, a talent he has mastered over the years. Becoming slightly annoyed, I set off into the shoving crowd to find him.
When I finally found him I said, "Where did you go? We need to meat Amanda at the restaurant."
Naturally, for no apparent reason he got mad and said, "I couldn't find you! What do you mean you couldn't find me?"
Setting our annoyances aside, we managed to find the rest our family, and headed over to Buffalo Wild Wings. Being together with my family is nice, but to much "togetherness" can make anyone testy, especially since we had to drive in the rain, which for some reason makes more people drive less cautiously on the road, and we were all tired after the two hour mass service. We did manage to make it to the restaurant, despite these minor inconveninces. My aunt and uncle were already waiting at a table by the time we got there, but at least we made it in time for the celebration.
Before the food got to our table, my Aunt Judy noticed that some little kids were trying to win a crane game, but they were continuing to loose. She suggested that my brother should try and help them win their coveted prize: a bouncy ball. Not only did my brother try, and win one ball for the group of kids, he won two more for the others. He then proceeded, to win a fourth ball, and give it to another little girl sitting at the neighboring table. Everyone thought that it was nice of my brother to win those little kids the prizes they wanted. In addition, the kids were so happy with their new prizes, and proceeded to bounce their balls all over the restuarant. Luckily, nothing was knocked over, and everyon continued to have a good time. Later in the summer, every time my brother and I would go to Buffalo Wild Wings, he would try to win more balls from the crane machine, and was successful almost every time. Unfortunately, now I have two bouncy balls sitting in my closet, taking up space from not being used, but it was nice of my brother to win them for me.
After my brother was finished being a hero, our food finally arrived. Naturally, when I am with my friends I tend to talk more than I want to eat, so I grabbed our digital camera and started to show Amanda, her sister, and her sister's boyfriend the pictures we took last summer while on vacation in the Smoky Mountains. What started this conversation was when Amanda mentioned that she had been to Kentucky a few years ago, but had not gone any further toward the Appalachian Mountains. I then told Amanda, that Kentucky is just the foothills, and the mountains become much bigger as you proceed through Kentucky, and further into Tennessee. Amanda was in disbelief, until I showed her the pictures, which shocked her completely. She did not realize how big the mountains become as you proceed through the states. It was nice to show everyone the pictures, because it was like sharing my experience with them.
After a while, everyone was beginning to get tired, so we decided that it was time to wrap up the celebrations and head home. Natually, when any group of people get together that enjoy each other's company, it takes forever to say good-bye. Usually our good-bye conversation go something like this:
"Well, I guess we better get going," my mom said, exausted from the festivities.
"The food was good, but I have a ton of stuff to do tomorrow, so I guess we will see you guys soon," my dad usually says.
It will continue on like this for a while, usually because someone will bring up another topic, and saying good-bye gets put off, until it gets late. When we finally wrapped up the party, everyone promised that we should get together again soon, and my friend and I made plans to see each other over the long summer vacation. Everyone got along great, even though we were all very tired when the party was finally over. It was nice to get together with the people that I am close to, and just sit down for a while, talk, and eat some good food. I believe that even though I do not always get along with these people, it is still fun to get together and just have a good time. The only annoying part is how long it can take to say good-bye, and nobody realizes the time. Despite this fact, it is still fun to talk to everyone, and celebrate our successes together.
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