Easter usually means that my house goes out with the evil side of the family for brunch and then to grandma's house. Well, grandma has alzehiemers now so that's pretty much shot. We decided to have it here, but no one from that side rsvped in time so we invited grams and the good side of the family. Then out of the blue the bad side of the family said they were coming. I for one was excited to see how families would clash. On the bad side: no cursing, no talking loudly, racist, prejudice, neo-nazi-wannabe, kkk-wannabees, no talking about anything over a G rating unless its hatred. TRUST ME MY HOUSE AND I ARE NOTHING LIKE THAT. Good side of the family: lots of cursing, lots of alcohol, interracial relationships, we were all raised to love until someone gives you a reason not to, free talk, everything. My plan was to get drunk with grams and sit back and watch. Well, this easter clash of the titans scared my mom so she called it off. Since we're not doing anything family oriented anymore, after much begging I convinced my mom to just make cheeseburgers and fries for dinner. Then I have to head back to my dorm at night because I have class in the morning.