Apparently I'm the only person on the planet who has a tolerable extended family.
In fact, they're pretty darn cool.
Allow me to renumerate:
I left at 11:00 to go to my grandparents, expecting bad traffic. Maybe it's because I'm from the northeast, or perhaps it's the bravado of the first years of independence, but people "down here" don't know shit about driving in inclement conditions. When it rains I'm expecting bad traffic, but I was pleasantly disappointed.
So I show up at my grandparents at about 12:00 (I was shooting for 1:00, oh well, I was wrong), and help with a few last minute things. Myself and my grandfather, I'll call him Norm from now on (since that's what I call him), managed to spend almost an hour and a half being productive before we hit the kegerator.
So, there, plus one point for my awesome family because my grandfather has a kegerator. (Even planned out the space for it in the kitchen), and further keeps it stocked with Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA. Needless to say I enjoy visiting my grandparents.
So, we start hitting the beer and maybe a half hour or so later my aunt shows up with her crew. This is fun because my aunt is cool (she helped me move!), my cousins are cool (they constantly introduce me to good music and are good company) and my uncle is cool (he killed his thumb in a router, like for wood, not for interweb packets. That he was doing woodwork is cool. In my book).
You know what? Fuck it, my attention span's petered off and this story isn't good enough anyways. Lemme wrap it up.
Anyway, people arrive en masse and we sit down to a pleasant dinner and have civil conversations and enjoy one anothers' company.
It was nice. Am I insane or just lucky.
In fact, they're pretty darn cool.
Allow me to renumerate:
I left at 11:00 to go to my grandparents, expecting bad traffic. Maybe it's because I'm from the northeast, or perhaps it's the bravado of the first years of independence, but people "down here" don't know shit about driving in inclement conditions. When it rains I'm expecting bad traffic, but I was pleasantly disappointed.
So I show up at my grandparents at about 12:00 (I was shooting for 1:00, oh well, I was wrong), and help with a few last minute things. Myself and my grandfather, I'll call him Norm from now on (since that's what I call him), managed to spend almost an hour and a half being productive before we hit the kegerator.
So, there, plus one point for my awesome family because my grandfather has a kegerator. (Even planned out the space for it in the kitchen), and further keeps it stocked with Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA. Needless to say I enjoy visiting my grandparents.
So, we start hitting the beer and maybe a half hour or so later my aunt shows up with her crew. This is fun because my aunt is cool (she helped me move!), my cousins are cool (they constantly introduce me to good music and are good company) and my uncle is cool (he killed his thumb in a router, like for wood, not for interweb packets. That he was doing woodwork is cool. In my book).
You know what? Fuck it, my attention span's petered off and this story isn't good enough anyways. Lemme wrap it up.
Anyway, people arrive en masse and we sit down to a pleasant dinner and have civil conversations and enjoy one anothers' company.
It was nice. Am I insane or just lucky.
My family is pretty cool. Fun to be around.
take care,
-vestal