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So, my 19 year old cousin is getting married at the end of May (yeah, I know, fucking ridiculous), and I'm thinking about going.
I haven't seen that side of the family in like, 5 years (at least), because they're sort of a bunch of religious, conservative weirdos and I nor my immediate family haven't really felt any real desire to make the trek out to Iowa and spend time feeling uncomfortably out of place with people whom we don't have anything in common with besides a family tree. It'll most likely be awkward as hell; I'll probably drink too much champagne and get into a heated argument with my aunt about why it's okay to have a black man as president (best case scenario). I'll likely get told the dress I'm wearing is too low-cut multiple times, and when I [intoxicatedly] tell my cousin that sex is better on top, it will probably result in me never getting invited to another family function ever again.
And yet, a little voice in the back of my head is nagging me to make an effort and show up for once to a family event. I can't explain it. I'll probably regret it, and send a lot of embittered text messages while there, and angrily make a few drunken phone calls during which I rant semi-incoherently. Nevertheless, I'm feeling inclined to give it a chance. It could be interesting.
Decisions like this inevitably get me into trouble.
I haven't seen that side of the family in like, 5 years (at least), because they're sort of a bunch of religious, conservative weirdos and I nor my immediate family haven't really felt any real desire to make the trek out to Iowa and spend time feeling uncomfortably out of place with people whom we don't have anything in common with besides a family tree. It'll most likely be awkward as hell; I'll probably drink too much champagne and get into a heated argument with my aunt about why it's okay to have a black man as president (best case scenario). I'll likely get told the dress I'm wearing is too low-cut multiple times, and when I [intoxicatedly] tell my cousin that sex is better on top, it will probably result in me never getting invited to another family function ever again.
And yet, a little voice in the back of my head is nagging me to make an effort and show up for once to a family event. I can't explain it. I'll probably regret it, and send a lot of embittered text messages while there, and angrily make a few drunken phone calls during which I rant semi-incoherently. Nevertheless, I'm feeling inclined to give it a chance. It could be interesting.
Decisions like this inevitably get me into trouble.