I had to go to the rehearsal dinner and sit with several of the groom's family who I don't know and can't remember even now, except that a couple of the ladies joined the ranks of the 'surgery people', as I call them because they are the whack-jobs who after interrogating me about my job and receiving an answer which I think will placate them, will delight in telling me in detail about their hysterectomy, prostate biopsy, water-head grandbaby, or similarly god-cursed family tree in a grotesque and protracted manner, all during the time when I'm eating my fucking dinner. Always when I'm eating do I get the story of how some pensioner with a pack-a-day and a stutter was gutted like a catfish, complete with color commentary Madden would envy; to be fair though, it would take a model T crank to turn my stomach, but I would like to have just one meal on my trips home without having to nod and say, 'yeah, well that's cancer for you...' with a mouthful of pork-loin.
I even got to see a couple of my friends briefly, although not as much as I wanted due to various assigned tasks such as showing the collection of guitars in my bedroom to my cousins while trying to hide everything else I keep in that room.
I didn't get to bed last night until about 2 and had a 7:45 flight, so I was Nick Nolte-ing it at the airport the next morning. Almost missed both flight, but I pulled through.
My sister flew first class to Hawaii today, I flew coach through ATL with great aunt McTilt'n'fart and the autistic wonder child on his first airplane ride. yaaaaaay. I got back in at 2 and am working again until about 10.
