A Clambake on the beach with boats
Went up to New Buffalo on Saturday for a bitchin' clam back on the beach. It was at the Lakeside Inn, which is this rustic old hotel that looks out over the lake. They have a private beach and you can do whatever the fuck you want. The collected disparate entities of the greater Mathews family proceeded to get trashed and make large fires. Oh and there were boats, real boats, there were two. This isn't some kind of metaphor, god damn, this is real. Who knew I was a Kennedy.
I also drove over to Hammond to see my dad in the hospital. Conclusions, fuck my grandfather, fuck my dad, fuck that entire side of the family. The trouble that is dealing with the militant arm of the Christian coalition and hearing about christ telling my fat fucking grandfather to dance around naked through hallucination is not worth any possible familial return. I went up there out of some twisted sense of loyalty, mostly because my two non-minor siblings are too half-witted to get the job done and Katie is a minor and can't. They want to deal with it they can.
Kindra's birthday was a success. I made roasted vegetables, couscous, vegetable anitpasto, homemade Italian olive bread and a cake. We had a nice candle lit dinner with wine.
I also drove over to Hammond to see my dad in the hospital. Conclusions, fuck my grandfather, fuck my dad, fuck that entire side of the family. The trouble that is dealing with the militant arm of the Christian coalition and hearing about christ telling my fat fucking grandfather to dance around naked through hallucination is not worth any possible familial return. I went up there out of some twisted sense of loyalty, mostly because my two non-minor siblings are too half-witted to get the job done and Katie is a minor and can't. They want to deal with it they can.
Kindra's birthday was a success. I made roasted vegetables, couscous, vegetable anitpasto, homemade Italian olive bread and a cake. We had a nice candle lit dinner with wine.