Here is the beginning of the blog for my weekend. I boarded the plane and as soon as I got onto the plane and the door shut I was asleep. I landed when they reopened the doors for landing. My flight seemed pretty quick. Once I got there I pretty much hungout at UNR that whole night. At some point during the night there was a fight and someone broke a window. The window happened to be right down the way from our apartment. When people came out to see the damage they saw our door open and all of us with drinks in hand and came over. We went from 10 people drinking to 30 in just a few minutes. Next day I wake up at noon to find half the people from the party still there. They just crashed on the floor. Around 1pm I headed to my moms. We talked for a bit and she makes me some food. I get some good shots of my niece with my PalmCam. My mom heads to the store and my sister's boyfriend shows up. I guess my mom had no idea this guy existed. Well this guy had no idea I existed. When my youngest sister let him in my eldest sister (the one this guy is dating) freaks out and tells him to leave. But it's too late, I ask the guy who he is and he says "I'm Eric, I'm Melissa's boyfriend." The fuckin' guy was older than me! He's 23. My sister is 15. I told my mother about him when I got home. My sister was banished from ever seeing the guy again. But knowing my sister that won't stop her. The guy didn't show his face for the rest of my visit. The rest of the day went normal, my mom made dinner and I ate too much. Pretty typical. Sunday was by far the most eventful day. I awoke around noon again and headed to my moms. I love my family but I can only stand so much of those kids so that's why I stayed elsewhere. When I arrived my mother made me more food and we decorated the modest tree. I hung out and talked and watched TV. My mom asked my to go to the store with her. We went to Wal-Mart and then to the grocery store. We got home at 3:45pm. Around 4pm my Aunt Shelly came by. She was going to visit with me and my mom. At some point while my mother and I were gone, one of my sisters called Harold (my ex-step father) and told him I was in town. No sooner had I gotten settled in from the store did he arrive. I have never seen a man so close to death. He made shit look like Mr. Universe. He was drunk and smelled bad. He came in and gave me a hug and starting crying. He cries alot when he's drunk. He said he was going into rehab next week. This wasn't the first time he had said this according to my aunt and my mother. I used to love him once, but now I just see the shell of a used up man. He was too drunk to drive and I wouldn't drive him. My sister walks my step dad outside to say goodbye. He figures since she's had a few lessons she could drive him home. He doesn't bother to think about the fact that she's 15. My sister isn't blameless on this one either. She knew better, even if he didn't. We get a phone call an hour later stating that they had both been in an accident. My sister just drove off after the accident. She had clipped some guys bumper and he ripped hers off while driving. She didn't stop she just kept going. When asked what Harold was going to do about the license plate on the missing bumper he simply replied "They're fake." My mother went and picked up my sister and took her home in time to have dinner with us. My aunt and I had a few drinks and then I said goodbye and caught a flight back here. The flight home was the exact same as the one there; slept through the whole thing. In a nutshell, that was my trip. I will post the pictures as soon as I can.