I detest family gatherings, large or small.
I detest them even more if they’re being held at my house.
A few weeks ago, my aunt calls me to ask, well more like inform me, that the 5th of July cook out (we never have one on the 4th) would be held at my house this year because her townhouse was too small to hold so many people, and so was her cousin’s house in Virginia. Mind you, when I received this phone call I was in the middle of waiting for a medical diagnosis and wasn’t in the best of spirits. The last thing that was on my mind was a fucking cook out. In her best guilty plea, she reminded me about all of the times it was held at her house and how she would never ask this of me if so many people in my family weren’t coming in from out of town. Also, my house was better suited because of the large patio and backyard area, so 100 people could easily fit.
Yes. 100 people. 100 family members. 85 people who I had no desire to socialize with EVER, especially if I wasn’t feeling well.
Needless to say, I was dreading the whole 4th of July weekend. Of course the weekend arrived quick. I hoped that she would eventually understand that I wasn’t in the best condition to host anything at my house and she would call it off.
That’s called wishful thinking. It works for other people, not me.
As of this past Thursday, my normally quiet 4 bdrm house because a hostel for displaced family members who were too damn cheap to get a hotel room. If I see another fucking air mattress for as long as I live, I’m going to scream! If someone else asks me why is it that my house seems so ‘not lived in’, I might haul off and smack someone. Excuse me for wanting to have ‘space’ in my house and not have a bunch of odds & ends, i.e, dust collectors, sitting in every corner.
So here comes Saturday. The day of our cook-out. Thank god for my grandmother and my uncle who came to help out before the crowd arrived. My aunt’s boyfriend was on the grill. Not just any ordinary grill either. This thing had to be attached to the back of his Suburban! The picture below is a smaller version of what he had:
This video reminds me of my mother and her sisters. I remember as a kid, I would ask my mother if that was them all the time!