While I currently lack all motivation to finish this story, here's a highlight reel:
-Part II ended with me finding numerous boxes of crackers in a closet. I later found cases of wine, beer, and soda in my old bedroom closet. Long story short, my mother hid food items for my father's surprise party in nearly every closet of the house. The ridiculousness of this was doubled by the fact that all said food and beverages were "hidden" under blankets. Behind every door I opened, a large mass of snacks was covered with a blanket.
A Martha Stewart tip, Mom?
-No surprise here, my mom went overboard with food. The day of the party, Mer and I were sent on multiple Wegman's runs to pick up more of everything. It was OUT of control. While having something of a panic attack about all of the food, I managed to drop the world's largest fruit plate and had to pick that up off the garage floor piece by piece.
-Part of the reason my mom likes throwing parties like this is so she can buy useless shit like a gigantic cooler. The picture doesn't accurately represent how large this cooler is. Apparently, Sabrina tried to talk my mother out of buying it by saying: a) We have a lot of coolers b) It's so gigantic that it's almost rendered useless. Agreeing to both points, they separated in the store. However, when Sabrina eventually met up with her again, this is what she found:
It was used for the party and will now sit in our basement for the rest of our lives.
-My dad was surprised. Very surprised.
-We ate, drank, and danced too much. Or, OK, I did.
-Julia was there and made me laugh out loud NUMEROUS times.
-The morning Meredith and I were headed back to Boston, my father said something to her and smiled. I thought he said something about seeing her car. (My dad checks people's car mileage. I don't think he trusts anyone with less than 50,000 miles on their odometer.) It turns out he said he read the card she gave him. When I explained to everyone what I thought I had heard, Meredith looked to my dad and said, "Well we can still check those miles if you want."
With that, my father lit up and my Grandma quickly informed her, "You're in."
It was a nice weekend.