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Looks like I'm goin' to DC!
I wasn't sure, because I didn't know if my sister was going to go or not, and if she wasn't going I wasn't going.
I should back up.
We were supposed to have a family reunion with my Grandpa's side of the family in Park City Utah in August. I say my Grandpa's side of the family because my Grandpa adopted my dad when my dad was 10 or so and my Grandpa married my Grandma. The whole thing is shrouded in mystery. No one really knows what happened to my dad's dad, or if they do they aren't telling. So anyway, we aren't blood related to these people and we never, ever see them. I think the first and only time I've ever meet them (that I can remember) is at my Grandma's funeral. So, the reunion in Park City was all, 'Eh, I don't really want to go. I don't know these people. But I've never been to Utah and the Olympic city thing is like, right there, and Grandpa's paying, plus mom and dad and Pam and Brock are going to be there. Okay.'
Then two of the people, who were engaged, got called to Iraq, so they pushed both the wedding and the family reunion up to July in DC. Mom and dad aren't going to make it, and I wasn't sure if Pam and Brock were going, so again I was all 'Eh, I don't know these people.'
The thing with me and strangers is, I don't like to interact with them. I don't do well in situation where I have to go in by myself and interact and be all social with people I don't know. Seriously. So I really wasn't going to go if it was just me and Grandpa.
But Pam's going! So we can sight see! And I won't be alone with strangers! And Grandpa's still paying! Yay!
I wasn't sure, because I didn't know if my sister was going to go or not, and if she wasn't going I wasn't going.
I should back up.
We were supposed to have a family reunion with my Grandpa's side of the family in Park City Utah in August. I say my Grandpa's side of the family because my Grandpa adopted my dad when my dad was 10 or so and my Grandpa married my Grandma. The whole thing is shrouded in mystery. No one really knows what happened to my dad's dad, or if they do they aren't telling. So anyway, we aren't blood related to these people and we never, ever see them. I think the first and only time I've ever meet them (that I can remember) is at my Grandma's funeral. So, the reunion in Park City was all, 'Eh, I don't really want to go. I don't know these people. But I've never been to Utah and the Olympic city thing is like, right there, and Grandpa's paying, plus mom and dad and Pam and Brock are going to be there. Okay.'
Then two of the people, who were engaged, got called to Iraq, so they pushed both the wedding and the family reunion up to July in DC. Mom and dad aren't going to make it, and I wasn't sure if Pam and Brock were going, so again I was all 'Eh, I don't know these people.'
The thing with me and strangers is, I don't like to interact with them. I don't do well in situation where I have to go in by myself and interact and be all social with people I don't know. Seriously. So I really wasn't going to go if it was just me and Grandpa.
But Pam's going! So we can sight see! And I won't be alone with strangers! And Grandpa's still paying! Yay!