I believe I mentioned, long, long ago how my husband has THREE family reunions every summer?
My family tends only to see one another en masse at funerals and weddings. It exploded in the 70s, my parents blew it up, and things haven’t been right since. Peace has been made here and there, but when we all get together it’s a story of collateral damage and fortunately drinking is always an option.
This weekend, we’re going to one of the reunions my husband’s family holds, and drinking is not an option, cause that’s a sin. Pretty much anything fun is a sin — The Mister grew up with a ban on movie theatres, dancing, and girls in pants. He did secretly learn to play cards as a kid, but I forget how he managed that. It wasn’t at Bible Quiz…
Progress, or sin some would say, has come slowly to some, and not at all to others.
We Motterns will enter, the black sheep and a brown tag-along, with our city ways and our liberal, secular thoughts — many paths, all are equal, love is all ya need — crazy shit like that.
You never can tell what might be said, or what might be overheard. I enjoyed the last reunion, as much as any introvert can enjoy a room full of strangers. Some are friendly — ask you who you are like you’ve crashed a party, talk to you like you’re charged with a crime, likely heresy — Oh, they DO remember you!
I get to see some people I don’t see near often enough since they moved to the middle of nowhere, and I enjoy the hell outta that.
Also, my MIL gets so excited when we go to these things, she remembers how much she loves me, and makes me feel all glow-y. Last time we went, she kissed me more times than my husband did.
The Mister goes and talks to people how he does. He’s a jaw-jackin pro.
I will eat pie. This is not any ol pie, y’all. This is magical pie crafted by women who knew you when you were skinny and made of giggles. Pie crust so perfect, light, and pretty, you’d swear angels made it. Fillings so unctuous and sweet, you’d swear it should be in the sin list.
I have to decide what to take to the reunion. We’re a party of five, or maybe six, I dunno if the boy one is goin, so I have to take more than A DISH.
The girls suggested only desserts, and someone, I’ll not name names, suggested special brownies, but I’m not holding, and I’m certain, just certain, that drugging people against their will is a sin.
What Should I Take To The Family Reunion?
No, this is not multiple choice. Y’all know you’re perfectly capable of open-ended responses.