Tonight my wonderful parents threw me a graduation party. Most of my friends, and their parents, came over for some good food (roast lamb, roast ham, and other things that I didn't really bother with.. mmm.. lamb..).
Let me just interrupt for a second. I love eating lamb. I love it. I really do. It's not like its a baby sheep, its just a young sheep. And even if it was a baby, so what.. it dies anyway and tastes damn good. 'nuff said.
I also saw some family friends I hadn't seen in a while. Some I hadn't seen in ten years, so it was interesting. It's funny to see someone ten years older like that.
Plus the police showed up.. you know it's a party then. It's amazing how different the cops are to adults throwing a party compared to a bunch of twenty-somethings. The reason they came though was because someone on the other side of FOUR ACRES of woods heard girls screaming like they were being raped/killed. It was because we were all in the pool and girls are loud. Or they lied and it was a neighbor that complained about the noise or fireworks or something.. who knows. The police signed the guest book tho.
I am going to find out where I can get a whole lamb to use for a lamb roast. Lamb am good, and its much smaller than a pig. A lamb feeds under 20, a pig feeds like 50+ it seems.