Sunday, December 25, 2005
Stranger in a Strange Land
My family?
CUH-RAZY!
My grandmother and my aunt are pretty ok. And my uncle gary's kids are cool (theyre ...shit....15 now? 14? 15? either way, it means I'm old).
Everyone else?
CUH-RAZY!
Man, there was drama before we even got there.
See, there's this friend of the family who's staying with my grandmother (oh, did I mention that my family, while being crazy, also all live with another member of the family? My uncle gary lives with my aunt terri. My cousin, Tommy, lives with my grandmother. My cousin Nicole (who's only like 22) lives with her husband, their 2 kids, and his parents. ). My dad doesn't like this guy because of some bad business dealings they had and so I had to go to my grandmother's in order to "alert" her that my dad was on the way so we could get that guy out of the house and then call my dad to say he could come over and didn't have to sit at Jack in the Box anymore.
DRAMA!
But, all in all, it wasn't too bad. Ate too much. Didn't drink an ounce (trust me, the 6 pack of cider and the 2 lone stars from Friday night were more than enough for a while, thanks).
And I realised that I have become this sort of legend in my family. Like I'm some far removed person who comes back once or twice a year to dish out tales of big city, modern life where people get tattooed by people with actual tattoo equipment and there is more to listen to than Slayer and how people don't really go to "raves" anymore and we have all our teeth and yes, people can be 27 and own their own house and adopt babies from far off countries. And furthermore, I can be a girl and can answer with no sadness that "no, I do not have a man" and then explain to them that its by choice when they say "aww...well, you'll find someone.."
I know it sounds so egotistical but seriously. There was a point where my cousin Tommy, his 2 friends, my cousin Mikey (one of the 15 year olds who I still have hope for) and Nicole's husband kept asking me questions about if I knew this band and if I knew someone in Austin who did piercings and how big is my house and am I rich (hahah!) and so on and so forth. Sorta sad. Sorta creepy. Sorta want to expect from my family...
My family?
CUH-RAZY!
My grandmother and my aunt are pretty ok. And my uncle gary's kids are cool (theyre ...shit....15 now? 14? 15? either way, it means I'm old).
Everyone else?
CUH-RAZY!
Man, there was drama before we even got there.
See, there's this friend of the family who's staying with my grandmother (oh, did I mention that my family, while being crazy, also all live with another member of the family? My uncle gary lives with my aunt terri. My cousin, Tommy, lives with my grandmother. My cousin Nicole (who's only like 22) lives with her husband, their 2 kids, and his parents. ). My dad doesn't like this guy because of some bad business dealings they had and so I had to go to my grandmother's in order to "alert" her that my dad was on the way so we could get that guy out of the house and then call my dad to say he could come over and didn't have to sit at Jack in the Box anymore.
DRAMA!
But, all in all, it wasn't too bad. Ate too much. Didn't drink an ounce (trust me, the 6 pack of cider and the 2 lone stars from Friday night were more than enough for a while, thanks).
And I realised that I have become this sort of legend in my family. Like I'm some far removed person who comes back once or twice a year to dish out tales of big city, modern life where people get tattooed by people with actual tattoo equipment and there is more to listen to than Slayer and how people don't really go to "raves" anymore and we have all our teeth and yes, people can be 27 and own their own house and adopt babies from far off countries. And furthermore, I can be a girl and can answer with no sadness that "no, I do not have a man" and then explain to them that its by choice when they say "aww...well, you'll find someone.."
I know it sounds so egotistical but seriously. There was a point where my cousin Tommy, his 2 friends, my cousin Mikey (one of the 15 year olds who I still have hope for) and Nicole's husband kept asking me questions about if I knew this band and if I knew someone in Austin who did piercings and how big is my house and am I rich (hahah!) and so on and so forth. Sorta sad. Sorta creepy. Sorta want to expect from my family...
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