Saturday the 16th of June, 2007

Dear Diary...
I had to start my post this way because I feel like Anne Frank at the moment (locked away in an attick, observing the world from afar).
To start from the very beginning, my flight went surprisingly well. Sadly me and Albama didn't manage to have our last cigs together after the securiy check as it turned out that my flight was from the North terminal (that didn't cross our minds earlier). It wasn't half bad though as we managed to spend 20 mins on the phone, discussing the weird people who were checking in with us.
I didn't sleep on the plane at all, as I was watching Harry Potter and then CSI, and by the time we landed I was struggling to keep my eyes open. All the immigration stuff went well, except for the endless waiting around, but at least i didn't have to wait for my luggage, as by the time I got to it my suitcase was the only one next to the reclaim belt.
My dad was waiting for me and as we left the terminal I got the first glimpse of the fab NJ weather (extreme heat then a thunder storm). We spent some time looking for the car and as it turned out my dad came with his convertible BMW (I didn't know he owned one!) Really enjoyed the wind in my hair, except the fact that it took me 30 mins to comb it out later on.
The house is quite nice, a bit plain but nice and I got the guest room in the attic. It's very hot in there so I spent my first night blasting the AC and sleeping through the noise.
I guess my first day would have been pretty uneventful, if we hadn't gone over to the neighbours place or a BBQ, which later turned out to be some poor kids Hawaian birthday party. This is where my true suburbian lifestyle began.
The party was full of weird neighbours and funny relatives. The turnout was so werid that it would give Desperate Housewives a run for their money. There was a dad who was already quite drunk on cheap beer and hence very talkative. He insisted on making everyone sno-cones and bragged about the catering service he used for the party a million times in a row. His wife was very quiet and I didn't quite get that it was her house until we left. There was also an aunt present who was, I think, in her 40s, relatively unattractive, single mother with a 18 year old son. She was loud and kind of fun in a fucked up way. We had a conversation about the drinking law, Iraq (I don't know how that happened) and in the end she gave me some addresses for cool roof-top lounges in NY. We agreed that we'll go out to some clubs together (Like that's going to happen :p). There were also many kids present, all under the age of 10, which added to the chaos.
I of course drank in heavy quantaties and as I hadn't eaten much that day, got relatively pissed.
Had many cigs on the neighbours front lawn and managed to fall over a toy truck that was hiding in the darkness. Finally I retired to my room, where I could still hear the neighbours screaming really loudly while smoking cigars. All in all the evening was very fucked up and I can promise you that I will not be moving to the suburbs any time soon!!!!!!
GOD, THESE PEOPLE ARE WEIRD!!!!!! (I'm just starting to realize how much truth is in Desperate Housewives)
OK must run now, but will write again soon!
Miss you all terribly!
Xxx
Bam

PS! Sorry about the spelling mistakes, don't have time to reread everything :p