Eventful Day

This is pretty abbreviated and full of me not trying to be literary at all. It's been a long day, and I mostly don't want to forget anything.
Anyway.
Today started with waking up to my alarm clock and hitting the snooze button for an hour and a half. After a shower, I checked my phone. I had a voice mail from David Henry Sterry. He is, apparently, an author of some renown. Since I rarely take a chance on new authors, I haven't heard of him until I read a craigslist add advertising a position as an intern - someone to do computer type stuff and organize. In return, he helps that person get a foot in the door in the publishing world. I immediately jumped at that opportunity - needing a foot in the door, and maybe some mentor ship with my writing, since I'm basically just winging it all.
So I wrote up a cover letter and posted my comic of 4 reasons why I'm better than the competition (see previous post).
He said in his message that that was "one of the funniest things [he has] seen in a while". Luckily he had only called 10 minutes earlier, so I called him right back, and we decided on a time and place to meet. So, I'm am very excited because even if this leads to not getting the internship, there is a chance that he could still point me in a better direction than where I'm going right now (which is, let's face it, nowhere).
He said on the phone that he wants to discuss goals with me - where I see myself in 1 year or 5 years. I don't even have to think about it. I don't know where I "See" myself, but I want to be a published author in 1 year, and hopefully, by 5 years, living by my writing. Deep down, that's all I've ever wanted.
We /could have/ met today, but I had to go to my cousin Michelle's bridal shower.
We picked up my aunt, and went to the Staaten.
The Staaten is not a cheap place. It is one of the fancy party places on Staten Island. Michelle and Nicole both had their 16th birthday's there. I got a guitar and a sushi dinner for my 16th birthday.
The food was excellent. Manicotti, then salad, then the main (I had Salmon, and it was roughly the size of a whole salmon. Neither my mother, nor myself could finish ours. I don't think anyone finished their dinner).
The gift ceremony was long and boring - but it always is, because who wants to watch someone else get gifts? I don't. I only want to see them open mine so I know I done good.
Back at my Aunt's House, the boys were playing cards, "The Old Farts and the Young Tarts" as my dad put it. All the older gentlemen did what they were used to - dealer chooses the game. They played typical, boring poker - 5 card stud, draw, 7 card, 3 card poker, and the one's my father taught them - 739, Acey-Deucy, and Follow the Queen.
The Old Farts howled. Some of them literally. When they weren't making elephant noises.
The Young Tarts played a very serious, and quiet, game of Texas Hold 'Em, a poker game I quite enjoy, but worry about when people are silent. I took to watching the old men play their games. They were loud, obnoxious, and just fun.
Before the fun though, there was a bit of a sad sad thing that happened. Carrying boxes and baskets into the house, my mother (not me) my mother dropped our leftover salmon. As much as I want to weep for that - the salmon that could have been my dinner tomorrow instead of the chicken my dad will probaably make (or the salad I'll have to make if he cooks anything other than fish or chicken) now lies in the bottom of a garbage pail. *sigh*
The room where we put the bridal gifts filled up so fast - Michelle got so many nice things that my mother and aunt's said they all wanted a shower - that there was barely room to walk in it. Thankfully half of the presents went to Scott (her fiancee)'s house.
We did laugh a lot during the poker game, but not so hard as the last 45 minutes of the night when all the ear scratching, howling, and barking had a reason.
Apparenlty it was funny to take a box from Micheal's (a bakery... a really nice bakery) and fill it with cookies bought at a local convenience store. The convenience store, however, was PetCo.
It wouldn't have been so funny if so many people hadn't eaten the cookies.
Trust me, it was funny. Maybe you had to be there. Maybe I should just stop typing and put up some quotes tomorrow when I'm not sleepy.