Luke: I am your fathah

So I was at this INTENSE high school graduation party yesterday. I was at a "cousin's" house in my big, extended, not-really-related-to-you family. GORGEOUS house, TONS of land, a million people and some interesting stories. First: the toilets were all non-functional, because they operate out of a well and it was low or something, so the open bar and delicious margaritas were putting a lot of people in a tough bind. I agreed to share a flush (each toilet had a flush or two) with my aunt and i'm waiting outside the bathroom for her to finish and James Earl Jones walks in. In my I'm-too-cool-for-bothering-famous-people/not wanting a liev schreiber re-do way I was like, ooooh, uh... hey. just uh... waiting for the bathroom... yeah. and then he went and schmoozed with my fam. APPARENTLY some of those mysterious cousins built his huge house and one of their moms was his interior designer. kind of cool. his son and wife were there, too and they were all very nice.

what else? this was one hell of a high class party and apparently it cost like 15K. There were flamenco dancers, amazing catered food being served by waiters and waitresses in sombrero hats, valet parking, and a mariachi band.

Having said all this: Mollie and I are classy broads, but don't go getting your hopes up for our partay. We're talking more like picnic by the pool, though I've been told that Mark Hamill might make an appearance...

ok, back to sending out resumes. love you guys! -- a