This past weekend, Jimmy and I traveled to Michigan to witness the "dedication" of his niece, Maevyn (or Baby Mae). A dedication, it turns out, is a non-denominational, extremely short religious service led by a talkative pastor on the back porch of Jimmy's sister's house in Attica, MI. Attica is WAAAAY out there. Quiet, simple, and peaceful. Kind of a nice place for an event like this.
His brother-in-law's family was interesting to say the least. They talked loudly about things most people would deem 100% inappropriate to talk about in front of other people in general, let alone people you've never met. In this case, those things were 1. someone getting a hysterectomy and 2. shitting blood.
Jimmy's extremely sweet and good natured side of the family was clearly mortified. I knew this because various people gave me "just so you know, we're not blood related" looks.
Everyone bailed right after the service (presumably because of the lack of alcohol) to go somewhere else and party. We stayed and played with the cute baby.
We left Attica and traveled to Ann Arbor where I had a wonderful visit and saw nearly everyone I was hoping to see. On our way to Ashley's we came across 2 EMTs and 2 law enforcement officers trying to wake up a drunk homeless man sleeping in the middle of the sidewalk on State St. We passed them just in time to hear the question, "you been drinkin' today?" and the mumbled answer, "Oh hell yeah" It's the little things that make me miss Ann Arbor.