It's amazing how exhausting family can be. This weekend, the boy & I met his parents upstate for the wedding of one of his cousins. We stayed at a hotel right next door to his folks' hotel &, as planned, I acted as the group chauffeur for the weekend. And even though we didn't spend every free second with them, his family got on each and every one of our very last nerves.
His dad was in classic form, but because he was around his family, he was even more on edge, which translated into non-stop angry rants spewed at anyone withing listening range. Here's how his typical tale goes:
1) gender of character
2) race of character
3) religion of character
4) college major of character
5) where in the class character graduated (if available)
6) college character attended
7) whatever character may have said, done, worn, or other nonsense
8) silence -- sweet, sweet silence, which only lasts a few precious moments
Seriously, people. These are the only things that matter to this man, who rants constantly about the narrow-mindedness & ignorance of the religious right, Catholics, fundamentalist Muslims, and any other religiously-inclined intolerant person. Oh, the delicious irony that he just doesn't see.
Our weekend of family research led us to conclude that, other than himself, the only members of his dad's family who aren't completely self-absorbed, loud annoyances are his grandma & the cousin who got married.
His mom, as you might assume, has attained sainthood.
And it is fan-fuckin'-tastic to be home again.
4 comments:
Ah, obviously you haven't heard my rant on:
1. Lit Majors
2. Sociology Majors
3. Liberal Arts Majors
4. Theatre Arts Majors
This is a discussion best had after 2 glasses of wine.
Family can drain the shit out of you (much like your newly fixed plumbing is now draining your shit too! yay!)
That last photo is gorgeous!!!
Cherie, this weekend I heard my fill of rants for the next five years. Maybe I'll listen in 2012. But I still don't drink, so make that never. I can't take anymore rants.
The man only cares about categorizing people by race, religion & education -- & you know I hate categories.
Thank god our plumbing's back to "normal," Bitch Cakes -- you know how bad it got.
I took the 1st picture from the plane on the way to Rochester & the 2nd between the wedding ceremony & the reception (we had about 3 hours to kill). It'd been a terribly dark & rainy morning (marriage omen?) & the clouds broke after the ceremony to reveal a magnificent sunset.
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