for the record
I survived Tennessee, and the drivers of Tennessee and Virginia survived me. So I'm calling this one a win.
There is a car that is supposedly mine. After work today I'm supposed to drive it down to the DMV and make it officially mine. My mother is deeply concerned about the fact that I will be Driving Alone, because having survived the drives to and from Tennessee and rush hour traffic coming back into DC, clearly I will die in a ditch on the 2-mile drive to the DMV. Which, hey, given my hate-hate relationship with parallel parking, it's still a possibility.
This weekend my entire immediate family on my dad's side convened upon a house in Knoxville for my grandmother's 90th birthday. There were 25 of us. My dad and his five siblings haven't all been in the same place at the same time in over a decade, and only one of my (ten) cousins was missing. We are a large, loud clan, and I think we get worse exponentially the more of us there are. That was...yeah. Intense. Fun, but intense. SO MUCH FOOD ALL THE TIME, I will never need to eat again. And one of my cousins dragged me out to the only bar in walking distance of the hotel -- after spending all of Saturday in a car -- and got me soused on suspiciously blue drinks, which was ill-advised but fun. But holy shit I have too many cousins, it's a good thing we all live scattered across the States or we would just be getting each other hilariously drunk all the time, and my liver would be sad.
I have not really seen the internet since Friday afternoon. HI INTERNET.
There is a car that is supposedly mine. After work today I'm supposed to drive it down to the DMV and make it officially mine. My mother is deeply concerned about the fact that I will be Driving Alone, because having survived the drives to and from Tennessee and rush hour traffic coming back into DC, clearly I will die in a ditch on the 2-mile drive to the DMV. Which, hey, given my hate-hate relationship with parallel parking, it's still a possibility.
This weekend my entire immediate family on my dad's side convened upon a house in Knoxville for my grandmother's 90th birthday. There were 25 of us. My dad and his five siblings haven't all been in the same place at the same time in over a decade, and only one of my (ten) cousins was missing. We are a large, loud clan, and I think we get worse exponentially the more of us there are. That was...yeah. Intense. Fun, but intense. SO MUCH FOOD ALL THE TIME, I will never need to eat again. And one of my cousins dragged me out to the only bar in walking distance of the hotel -- after spending all of Saturday in a car -- and got me soused on suspiciously blue drinks, which was ill-advised but fun. But holy shit I have too many cousins, it's a good thing we all live scattered across the States or we would just be getting each other hilariously drunk all the time, and my liver would be sad.
I have not really seen the internet since Friday afternoon. HI INTERNET.