When eating is made not fun, something's gone wrong

So, yesterday well, two days ago by now, or sunday, as you might call it, my parents made me go to dinner with them and their friends for one of their friend's birthdays. Grr. I don't like this family. They make me uncomfortable. I don't like talking to them, and would rather be with just my family. Which is saying a lot. So yeah, that sucked, I ate some decent food, I guess. It was at the Morton House in New London. Food's too expensive, but whatever. I don't know why they have it so upscale, yet still have a freaking bar in the dining room. meh.
sleep now.