I now technically have a step mother and four step siblings. Slightly surreal, but not really. I guess because the whole thing is so distanced. It would feel a lot more intense if they moved down here with my Dad. But since he's still living down here on Mondays Tuesdays and Wednesdays it just feels like he's going up to NY on the weekend to see his girlfriend. Except now he's going up to NY to see his, technically, other family.
The wedding was nice. I think my favorite part was how everyone was making my dad late to his own wedding. Chris and I got up at 8 (when we were supposed to leave) because none of our alarms went off because of daylight savings. Then our cousin Davy had to stop to get windshield wipers because it was raining and his were broken. So that whole ordeal made my dad 2 hours late. And then Evan told us a story that someone had read to him when he was little about a Leopard who was getting married and his bird friend said he couldn't go for a few weeks until some berries ripened and his turtle said he couldn't go for another 3 years because he was waiting for a tree to rot so he could go past it. And the Leopard stupidly decided to wait for his friends instead of ditching them and going to his own wedding. When he was done waiting he went to his wedding to find his leopard girlfriend had already married another leopard and had leopard babies with him and they all attacked him. And the moral of the story is: friends suck.
So we've got Shira, Mier, Michal, Zehava, Yehuda, my dad, me, Evan. Aaaaaand Chris too. He looked very snazy that day, that's the only reason he's in this picture.