My dad's cheap ass cousins come over after practically inviting themselves to the party. The first thing they do is pester the bartender for Belvedere vodka (as if that's what they drink normally), then park themselves by the kitchen door so they can snatch up all the bacon wrapped scallops and lobster tempura as soon as it comes out, and then give me a measly $40 Starbucks gift card and act like it is the best present in the world. I hope they had fun, because they are never coming to my bday party ever again.