Have You Met The Imms?

Now, if you want to get to know me, you have to know the immigrants. First off, the immigrants are my parents and all of their closest friends.Now picture 20 something Venezuelan FOBs. They're all my parents' friends. They're all loud, crazy, and chubby. And they basically never shut up.

Every friday night, the guys will come to my house, and play poker in my basement. (Sometimes they play ping pong if they're feeling extra competitive.)
These men are so enthusiastic about their poker game. Its a big deal to them! They even went ahead, bought all these materials and
Built.
Their.
Own.
Table.

So now they have this table (And its better built than the basement itself I swear) and they are able to trade bills with each other because honestly, no one ever wins.

On some nights--if they're feeling particularly daring and rebellious--they will introduce a hookah in the mix and take turns playing the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland.

Now the women. The women are your typical gossipy ladies. On Friday nights--while the men are acting like children--they will sit in my kitchen, figure out who's MIA for the night, and as soon as they do, well you should feel bad for that person because with the amount of shit those women talk they could probably set up a small shop and sell fertilizer in every colour!

They call themselves "Las Aranas" The Spiders. This is because they used to knit once upon a time and "knitting" together is still their excuse to congregate...
Now I'm not calling them liars, because they do knit every once in a while; they knit blankets for babies when one of them is pregnant. And there is always at least one pregnant woman in the group, but how often do they knit? Hardly ever.

You have never seen a community of people more attached at the hip than this one.

The immigrants go camping.
The immigrants go shopping.
The immigrants go clubbing.
The immigrants swim together.
Barbecue together.
Dance together.
Eat together.
Play together.
Laugh together.
Cry together.
And today, they're watching soccer together.

They broke the couch when Spain scored.