Ah, back from Wisconsin. The good old midwest. Went there for my counsin's wedding. Lots of Jesus lovin' good times. To which I raised my glass and tossed back another several glasses of whiskey! The wedding was great, I sang, my sister played the piano. Then afterwards, we were both asked to do all these other weddings. I fear marriage like I fear nothing else, and yet, my life seems to be surrounded by it, including next weekend where I sing at another friend's wedding.
Anyways, not much happened while I was there except for drinking. My sisters and I had a great time accomplishing nothing, and man did I have good whiskey. Sazrac 18 year Rye Whiskey. Mmmmmm. I drank the whole bottle by myself, my sisters were getting drunk on cheap flavored rum, which came back to bite them in their hangovers. I didn't get any lovin' from none of the girls in the wedding. Christianity is a horrible excuse to not have sex. Damn. Just kidding.
I did get to see my little niece and nephew. Holy hell, I feel old now. They ran me around till I could barely stand anymore. Freaking monsters, but fun ones. The little one, Ian, he was just the happiest little guy ever. I made faces at him for hours, he just couldn't get tired of it. My neice, Madeline, she just wanted to be chased and chased and chased, add to that my cousin (who is two years older than her) joining in on the fun, the two of them didn't give me a moments rest at the reception. I sweat more chasing after those two than I did dancing.
My mom ... I'll leave it as, she was a bitch. All the kids are hating her more and more as time goes by. We are adults, we are capable of running our lives. And if you have something to say to us, don't lie to our faces then complain to the rest of our relatives about us. There is a reason I have very little desire to have a relationship with my mother, and this trip solidified my reasoning more and more. I can't wait to develop the pictures ... mostly crap, cause we were drunk. Good times.
Anyways, enough rambling, time to actually work.
Anyways, not much happened while I was there except for drinking. My sisters and I had a great time accomplishing nothing, and man did I have good whiskey. Sazrac 18 year Rye Whiskey. Mmmmmm. I drank the whole bottle by myself, my sisters were getting drunk on cheap flavored rum, which came back to bite them in their hangovers. I didn't get any lovin' from none of the girls in the wedding. Christianity is a horrible excuse to not have sex. Damn. Just kidding.
I did get to see my little niece and nephew. Holy hell, I feel old now. They ran me around till I could barely stand anymore. Freaking monsters, but fun ones. The little one, Ian, he was just the happiest little guy ever. I made faces at him for hours, he just couldn't get tired of it. My neice, Madeline, she just wanted to be chased and chased and chased, add to that my cousin (who is two years older than her) joining in on the fun, the two of them didn't give me a moments rest at the reception. I sweat more chasing after those two than I did dancing.
My mom ... I'll leave it as, she was a bitch. All the kids are hating her more and more as time goes by. We are adults, we are capable of running our lives. And if you have something to say to us, don't lie to our faces then complain to the rest of our relatives about us. There is a reason I have very little desire to have a relationship with my mother, and this trip solidified my reasoning more and more. I can't wait to develop the pictures ... mostly crap, cause we were drunk. Good times.
Anyways, enough rambling, time to actually work.