Drankin' with the cousins
Dec. 11th, 2011 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kukla_tkoMy cousin got married today, and I went to the reception tonight after work.
They rented the Lemp hall, which was pretty awesome. She had a beautiful and elegant gown, and there was delicious food, great music, and desserts made by the Aunts.
They played that stupid Boots with the Fur song (Flo Rida: Low) which I cannot resist dancing to. I think more dancing is in my future, as one song was about all I could manage. I stuck it out for a round of Billie Jean, though. (*THAT* song has been getting me on my feet since 1984.)
I sat with my brothers and that was nifty, too. My father and stepmom are back in town, so I got to see them too. I invited them to join in on STLeampunk Caroling, pointing out that if Papa shows up in his "usual" gear, he'll likely blend right in.
The epic beard of epicness goes a long way there.
Also, singing carols with them is something of a tradition and since I'm short a bass, it would be a treat to get Papa to come out and sing with us.
When I arrived at the reception, my brother asked me if I wanted some whiskey.
Yes. Yes I would.
He had gotten a whiskey with some soda, and it had been poured very heavily. That was at least two servings or more of booze, dude. So I helped him drink it, and decided that for a family function of my family, pouring heavily will work out just fine.
Then when I got sober enough (around 9pm) I offered Stepmom a ride home and left.
She had studying to do, as she has exams and stuff right now.
"Hey you, almost a doctor..."
GRIN.
Anyway, I got my annual round of Drankin' with the Cousins in.
They rented the Lemp hall, which was pretty awesome. She had a beautiful and elegant gown, and there was delicious food, great music, and desserts made by the Aunts.
They played that stupid Boots with the Fur song (Flo Rida: Low) which I cannot resist dancing to. I think more dancing is in my future, as one song was about all I could manage. I stuck it out for a round of Billie Jean, though. (*THAT* song has been getting me on my feet since 1984.)
I sat with my brothers and that was nifty, too. My father and stepmom are back in town, so I got to see them too. I invited them to join in on STLeampunk Caroling, pointing out that if Papa shows up in his "usual" gear, he'll likely blend right in.
The epic beard of epicness goes a long way there.
Also, singing carols with them is something of a tradition and since I'm short a bass, it would be a treat to get Papa to come out and sing with us.
When I arrived at the reception, my brother asked me if I wanted some whiskey.
Yes. Yes I would.
He had gotten a whiskey with some soda, and it had been poured very heavily. That was at least two servings or more of booze, dude. So I helped him drink it, and decided that for a family function of my family, pouring heavily will work out just fine.
Then when I got sober enough (around 9pm) I offered Stepmom a ride home and left.
She had studying to do, as she has exams and stuff right now.
"Hey you, almost a doctor..."
GRIN.
Anyway, I got my annual round of Drankin' with the Cousins in.
