Most everyone has arrived, and I am pleased to report that not only was everyone wearing shoes, and we made it through the first night without any incest jokes. Some of the relatives have pretty cool jobs- one works in radio, one designs aquariums and is installing the aquarium in San Fran, one runs a construction company, and so forth.
Also turns out some of them read this website, so I won’t be able to trash talk anyone. Sigh. At some point someone asked what made you change from Republican to Democrat, and I just blurted out “George Bush,” and we had a good laugh.
The hardest thing to get used to is listening to my aunts and uncles call my dad “Johnny,” as if he was a 12 year old.