It’s 11:45 AM, and my family and I are on our way back to New Orleans from our hotel in Alexandria.
I just have to say the Baymont Hotel is probably one of the best hotels that I have ever stayed. It was spacious, had a huge bathroom, comfortable beds, a flat screen TV, free wireless Internet. [I sound like an Expedia commercial.] The best part was that I got a whole room to myself, which was especially good because of the late night phone calls I got.
Dinner with my family was nice. Besides my grandparents, I saw mom’s younger brother. His family couldn’t come in for the dinner. I haven’t seen them in maybe 2 years. I also saw my mom’s youngest brother & his family who I haven’t seen in like 5 years. We were at the restaurant for over 3 hours. I think that’s just a little ridiculous. My grandparents were very happy to see everyone in one place and all at once. It was good to see my family, but it was still a little awkward. There were a few quiet moments. For example, my 19-year-old cousin got his girlfriend pregnant last year right around his graduation, and he, his wife, and child were all at the dinner. My family would joke about it, and my brother (he’s 23 and the oldest grandchild) was like “Damn, I always thought I would be the 1st to have a kid.” My grandmother was like “Nowadays, you have to race to that finish line.” Then, she looks to me and says “You could beat your brother to it,” and I respond with very wide and surprised eyes, “Nuh uh!” I turned away and thought to myself “Haha. If you only knew...” And later, I was responding to a text, and my a couple people noticed. My mom asked, “what are you doing over there?” and my uncle responds, “practicing milking a cow.” My grandmother responds, “you can go buy you some milk from the grocery store” (what a senile response). Then, my uncle (who’s family was not able to come) says something about how all the girls I’m talking too are listed from Y to K on my phone (what the hell?), and he says to reverse it. A KY Jelly joke! Seriously? Wow. He better be glad he’s the cool uncle. Oh, my family… Later during the dinner, my aunt (married to my other uncle) plays the (10 minute) slideshow of pictures throughout my grandparents’ lives and tons of pictures of their children, their grandchildren (just in case you aren’t completely following, that is me, my brother, & cousins), and their great-grandchild. All in all, the night was really nice.
After we checked out of our hotel this morning, we stopped at both sets of my dad’s grandparent’s gravesites. They were in 2 different cemeteries. I learned some family history, which was nice, but we didn’t stay long, which was a little odd to me. I remember visiting the gravesites a LONG time ago, and it took FOREVER. But we stayed maybe 2 minutes. Weird. When we got in the car after visiting the cemeteries, my dad says “Now, let’s get some pie!” Hahaha. My family is so odd.
Last night was a party that I really wanted to go to. I wanted to go SO BAD. Thankfully, I got a couple phone calls, 2 of which were drunk calls. [My computer just told me that the way I used “drunk” is incorrect. It should be “drunken,” but I don’t really care. My grammar checker can suck it!] Those phone calls made me feel really good. I’m glad y’all thought of me while y’all were having fun and getting drunk. I will be there next time. Nothing is going to stop me. But in an odd way, I needed to not go. I needed to see my family. I needed to not go out and get drunk. This just means that next weekend I am going to have a shitload of fun, especially since Friday is Halloween. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
I've decided to make my random youtube video a permanent occurrence for my blog. I might've shown this video to you already, but whatever. You should watch it again. It's awesome! This video convinced me that I have to see Shrek the Musical next time I go to New York (I hope it's soon.). This is the scene from Shrek where Princess Fiona is getting ready to marry Lord Farquaad. This is Sutton Foster singing "More to the Story" from the Seattle previews of Shrek the Musical:
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