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Oh my God. I am so incredibly tired. I’m sitting at work right now, and I have to go to a meeting in about an hour, a meeting for which I will NOT be prepared. I’m just going to sit there and drool and hope that no one notices. Tomorrow I’ll get back into my normal routine: gym, eating decent food, being productive at work. But not today. Today I get to be a zombie. A zombie who eats fast food for both lunch and dinner.
So, Jason got married this weekend. And Gregory got married a year ago. What? Yep, Gregory got married a year ago. He and Elissa eloped and didn’t tell anyone. Talk about mixed emotions. I love Elissa as does the rest of my family so in that regard we’re happy. But it’s hard to be happy when you’ve been kept in the dark for so long. Apparently it was torture to Elissa and she very much wanted to tell everyone right away, but Gregory didn’t agree, and she went along with his wishes. They’re still having a wedding in December, a wedding for which my family is literally flying across the country and spending lots of $$$ to attend. Again, mixed emotions.
Between Jason’s wedding, my trip to Vegas, and Gregory’s wedding, there will be no Christmas this year. Sorry, friends and family, you get nothing.
Anyway, on to the weekend minus the big reveal…
So… I hit NO traffic in NoVA on my way to Jason’s, which was a pleasant surprise. The bachelorette party was SO MUCH fun! All of the girls in town that day went to Cheesecake Factory where we drank from penis straws and swapped cheesecake. And Kelly got nachos. Afterwards, my mother took Sara and Kelly and went back to the hotel, while the bridal party went out and caused a rukus. We met a lovely gal named Kelly who threatened to crash the wedding. More on that later. We got home and into bed around 3am, and my father called at 9am to see who wanted breakfast. We wanted to kill him.
Friday I spent the morning with the ‘rents doing some last minute shopping for wedding jewelry (mom) and food for the BBQ. Then we had the BBQ, which was very chill and relaxing. Burgers, chicken, hot dogs and corn were served, beer was drunk. And my father put entirely too much lighter fluid on the grill, which caused the flames to grow so high, they looked like they were consuming his head. I have pictures. After the BBQ, all of us staying at the hotel went to the bar, had some drinks, and ordered some nachos for my Uncle Nick’s family as a joke. Long story.
The wedding was Saturday. The girls got their hair done, and I absolutely loved mine. It was the prettiest it’s ever been, and I’m NOT a vain person, but I loved every mirror I saw that day. Millions of formal photos were taken, including one of the entire K. family, which was great. There were lots of us there, thankfully, or else the dance floor would have been empty. We’re a dancing family, you see. Well, the girls are. The boys? Not so much. So, yeah, Laurie looked beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. She wore my pearl necklace and the pearl earrings I got her, so that was special. She and Jason wrote their own vows, which included references to beef jerky and the Steelers (which got a round of applause from the audience) and it was over quickly. A short, sweet and lovely ceremony. Then off to the reception where a bunch of us danced the night away (my feet STILL hurt), good food was served, and lots of liquor was consumed. It was an open bar, of course. The hotel was kind enough to keep their bar open after the wedding; they normally close at 11:00, but agreed to stay open until 12:00, then ended up staying open until the last guest left at 5am. I didn’t stay until 5am. I left shortly after Midnight or else I would have turned into a pumpkin.
And yes, the girl who threatened to crash the wedding did indeed crash the wedding. Apparently my father, ever the jovial man, put his arms around her and her date and said, “I saw the movie, so drink up!” And as a fitting ending, during the conga line, the crashers conga-ed right out the door.
On Sunday Jason and Laurie headed to Jamaica (as did a tropical storm) while the rest of the family went to a rushed breakfast at Bob Evans. After breakfast everyone went their separate ways, and my way included a detour in Virginia to have lunch with Brandon, the closest thing I have to a high school sweetheart. We went to homecoming together and we spent lots of quality time eating Frosties and going for car rides during our time at Shaler Area High School. My grandmother wanted me to marry him because, you guessed it, he has dimples. And he’s a great guy. But I hadn’t seen him in 10 years, so I was anxious, but it turned out really well. No awkwardness and nice conversation. On my way back to Raleigh, the Gods of Good Traffic were not on my side, and it took me nearly seven hours to get home. Ouch.
See why I’m so tired?
I took about 400 pictures, took out the bad ones, and uploaded them – in their original size – to Flickr (private album, sorry) and it took FOUR HOURS!! Holy crap! But I wanted everyone to be able to download the pictures and print them or whatever.
It was great to see my grandfather, but hard. He looks really bad as his cancer is taking a toll on his 73-year-old self. My uncle thinks he’s ‘not long for this world,’ but I hope that’s not the case. He’s my only grandparent left and we’re really close. He taught me to drive and how to ride a bike, and he let me put curlers in his hair. And whenever I caught him napping, after I’d poked him to make him wake up, he’d say, “I wasn’t really sleeping, Leesh. I was just inspecting the insides of my eyelids.”
I can’t put into words how much I love my family: they are dysfunctional, loud, funny, loving, goofy and kind. We make fun of each other, tease each other, are hard on each other, and unconditionally love each other. If I wasn’t in my own family and I saw its interactions from a distance, I would wish it was my family. That’s how much I love it.