Ah, family fun.
Heh. Actual discussion at my aunt's house while watching a scene between the sheriff and his daughter on_Eureka_ (I go over every Sunday to watch dvds and/or tv, depending on what is on, I take over, or has recently arrived from Netflix):
Me: "The thing that kind of freaks me out is that actor is younger than I am."
Aunt: "Well, yeah, she's playing a high school student."
Me: "No. Not her. The guy who plays her *dad*."
Aunt: [appalled silence] "Fuck, I thought he was really hot!"
Me: "So is this a good time to tell you that the guy who plays the werewolf in the new _Twilight_ movie is seventeen?"
Aunt: "Oh, no, I already knew that because of Jeffrey."
Jeffrey is her best friend and my neighbor. He works with students at Portland State University somehow, and one of his students was actually originally cast as Jacob until they decided that they wanted someone brawnier -- a kid several years younger. His student still ended up in the film, playing one of Jacob's friends (the first movie was filmed here in and around PDX, but the second and third were filmed up in BC. The fourth one might come back here, though). This was the only reason we saw that flick, and I only went because my aunt had two-for-one tickets, so I didn't even have to pay for my ticket. This time around, if they expect me to go see it, not only will they have to buy my ticket but they will also have to supply me with enough booze that I do not care *what* I see.
In pretty much unrelated news, I went to my uncle's house (other side of the family) with my dad for Thanksgiving. *Both* of my uncles (my dad's brothers) asked me if I was going to see the aforementioned new _Twilight_ movie and were really surprised at my answer (well, they got "Oh, *hell*, no," not "Only if someone else buys my ticket *and* drinks"). Curiously, neither of my aunts (the brothers' wives) asked, although they did mention being a bit weirded out by the demographics of the fanbase. Which, yup, totally agree with them there, which is kind of strange because I have almost *nothing* in common with that side of the family.
And then there's the part where my schoolteacher cousin (six months older than me, and we spent huge chunks of our childhood together, but, *man*, did we turn out differently, probably at least partially because we're only related by marriage, and that didn't happen until she was five or six) was also there (well, it *was* her parents' house), and at one point, she told us about the time she went to Denver with a group of teachers and kids from school, and there was some sort of "weird party thing" going on downtown. My response: "Was it in June?" She was completely baffled why I was asking that particular question and how I very obviously *knew* that's when they were there -- and then our aunt said, "Oh, yeah, gay pride parades are always in June." I was stunned that this particular aunt had even *heard* of the concept of gay pride, never mind knew when the parades usually are. Plus my cousin hadn't even gotten to the part where she actually *said* it was Pride. Then my cousin's mom informed her, "That's not the first gay pride parade you've marched in." My cousin looked like her mom had smacked her across the face with a trout. "You were in the eighth grade, and we went to Seattle, and all of a sudden, we were in the middle of a parade. It was fun! You had a blast!" No wonder that aunt got along so well with my mom. I'm not sure my cousin will ever recover, though.