We had a family dinner last night. Within ten minutes, it was on the slippery slopes to one of the worst family get-togethers in history. Fortunately, my mom had the idea to pull out a giant bottle of wine and poured some for all the adults. Things got better after that.
That's the short version. The long version involves my grandmother (who I do love very dearly) just generally not being happy about anything since my grandfather died, and my uncle voicing this loud enought for her to hear from the kitchen. Then she started muttering about how he could go to hell and she walked off to be on the computer for a while (but she only ever plays games on it. Not, like, Modern Warfare or World of Warcraft, but the easy online games from a website called pogo. It's what people who stay at home all day and don't have to take care of children or work do for fun). My sister, her friend, my cousins, and I all just kinda sat there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.
Then my mom broke out the wine, and life was good again. I was in charge of the french fries, and since all I'd had to eat that day was a salad, and it was hot, and I was moving around, and apparently I'm kind of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, it made for an interesting experience.
For the record, since my mom gave it to me, it's cool that I was drinking, even though I'm only 20.
I do love my family, but we have our problems and our bad days just like everyone else. Um, I think that's it. Now I need to come up with a topic for Eight...
Watch Julian Smith's "Granny Games". That was the picture in my head until you ruined it.
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