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I went to a really big family reunion thingy this weekend and actually had a lot of fun. I love my extended family because even though they're all country and rednecks they're all completely out of their fucking minds. What other family do you know where it's tradition to stay completely shitfaced on Friday and Saturday night? Not many, that's what. Plus it was cool because I was talking with my rich drunk uncle and he just gave me $100...I don't even think he knows still and I didn't have the heart to tell him he just gave me $100. The old saying is true, I can be 600 miles away from home and still run into people I know. This reunion thingy was held at a Camp ground or something (I didn't know where the fuck I was at because I slept both coming AND going and didn't care to ask) but I ran into this girl I know named Kari who is really cool and then another one came up to me who I had known I've seen before but couldn't exactly place until she told me her name was Hunter and she's one of Lindseys friend. At that point I was like "oooooooh" but I think I might have scared both of them because I was insanely hung over and not paying much attention. The next day I met this really badass cousin named James who lived in Houston who is one of the most hiliarious people I've ever met in my entire life. His humor is very similar to mine just with more drugs. Him and two other guys just chilled out at this pier and dranked and talked about funny stuff. One of the most fucked up things happened here though. I was standing up talking when out of fucking NOWHERE a BAT flew in and hit me in the chest, flipped out, and flew away. I felt just like Chris Farleys character in Black Sheep and just started flipping out. While in my flippage I almost fell into the bay which would have suuuucked sumptin fierce. Next day, I woke up hung over again and talked to people and finally got to leave. I came back with $100 more than I left with so it was a damn fine week.