Once upon a time, I went on a motorcycle ride.
After the motorcycle ride, my hair happened to look like this:
After the motorcycle ride, my hair happened to look like this:
Windblown like I’m some kind of 80’s rock star, Stringy, and greased out to the max.
Or what I would like to think of as perfect party hair.
Did I bother to re-do it for the day?
Absolutely not.
Or what I would like to think of as perfect party hair.
Did I bother to re-do it for the day?
Absolutely not.
I had a family reunion to attend.
And why oh why would I ruin my party hair right before a family reunion?
And why oh why would I ruin my party hair right before a family reunion?
I know, I know…
Typically you think of family reunions as some type of awkward social environment where you have to act like you know everybody else’s name even though you have no clue,
nod your head in response to all the old people you can barely understand,
and then you migrate back to your immediate family asap-
ya know, to ensure that you don’t actually get to know each other.
That’s what I used to think….
Until this past Sunday.
Let’s take a glimpse at my family reunion shall we?
Let the party begin….
That’s what I used to think….
Until this past Sunday.
Let’s take a glimpse at my family reunion shall we?
Let the party begin….
Not only did we have a group of Cloggers come to put on an hour performance of their happy little feet dancing around…
We hired a contestant for the Miss Indiana pageant to come sit on my grandpa’s lap to wish him a Happy Birthday…
And as a family we danced our tails off in circle formation to the chicken dance.
Of course, no reunion would be complete without the appropriate table decor…
gadgets for kids to blow in that make all kinds of obscene noises…
and light up diamond rings for everybody to wear..
Come to think about it-I guess my viewpoint on family reunions hasn’t changed all the much.
It was awkward.
I did a great job of nodding at the mumbles I could barely make out.
And come to think about it, I migrated to my immediate family within minutes of arriving.
But somewhere in between all of that, I had fun.
Lots of fun.
And no matter if I will remember their names come next year-
the memories I created with them will be treasured forever.
PS. Come back Thursday to hear about an awkward moment regarding me not remembering my relatives name at a previous reunion.
It is mildly hilarious.
PSS. If I hung out with you on Saturday night and you are currently thinking to yourself “She wore that same outfit on Saturday night as she did on Sunday…”
you would be correct.
It was still on my bedroom floor from the night before.
Just saving the Earth…one less load of laundry at a time 😉
