So everyone else had decided to take the 6am flight home on Sunday--which of course meant they had to be up by 3am, to get to the airport by 4am, to do the security screening, to do the.....well, you get the idea.
We of course, decided to sleep in and catch a later flight back....which wasn't such a bad thing, because it gave us a chance to have a late breakfast with some of our cousins. Its always entertaining to walk into a restaurant on a Sunday morning and announce:
"Uh...breakfast for 25 please."
And then watch the expression on the hostess. Blind panic. 25 people? Here? On a Sunday morning? What are you....crazy? We managed to squeeze our way into about 6 booths and enjoy each others company. It was my Uncle John's brood--minus two.
That meant only 6 of his kids were there--with their families. Kim & I sat with my cousins Mary Ellen & Sheila....who I referred to as "the only woman who could now legally be allowed to refer to herself as...'Sheila Bowdren'." And thank God for that.
I asked Kim later if she still thought I was the funniest one in the family. She said I was still number 1...followed by my cousin Maureen....and that my cousin Kathleen was funny also....but in a raunchy way (trust me, Kathleen will take that as a compliment).
She then said that Mary Ellen & Sheila were....."people you would just like to be friends with". Which I thought was a fairly profound thing to say....because as we were driving to the airport later that day I told Kim that I was pretty happy that, since I hadn't seen most of my cousins in 20 years.....that they had all ended up being people that, even if were weren't related....that I probably would hang out with anyway. Must be in the genes.
Later,
Jeff
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