August 14, 2011
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All In The Family
I don’ t know about you, but I had a fairly busy weekend. Friday night I played some dealer’s choice poker at a friend’s house. I guess I would call it playing from the stand point that I took part, but honestly, I was awful and got my ass kicked, but had fun. Go figure. Such is the way things are with poker though.
Yesterday after getting my oil changed during the day, I had a party/bbq to go to at 4:30 and another poker game at 7 in the pm. I got to the party pretty much right on time but it was fucking pouring out. Actually, it poured for quite some time and pretty damn hard at times. Eventually it did stop and I was able to rudely eat and run with the promise to come back after I got my ass kicked at poker. The poker game was only five miles away and I went, lost in about 20 minutes and was back at the party in about an hour and a half. Fuck I suck at cards. The rest of the party was pretty fun though as we hung out until after 3 in the morning.
Today was our annual family reunion on my dad’s side of the family. And you know what that means: I was gonna get laid! Heeeeeyyyyyy ooooohhhhhhh!!!
Every family has their sport that they play. For the Kennedys, it is touch football. For the Bushes, it is drinking and driving. And for my family, it’s 16 inch, Chicago style softball. This year we had a pretty big game; a total of 12 on 12. I actually was asked to be one of the captains for the game. Long game short, somehow my team managed to win. Yay me, that means that I’m not kicked out of the family!
One of my distant cousins had an acoustic guitar that he brought to the reunion. He is 17, has the same name as me by the way, and had just learned to play guitar about a year ago. The guitar he was using was his great grandfather’s guitar and was probably 60 or 70 years old, however it was in great condition and looked fairly new. He didn’t know how to play many songs, so I told him that by next year he would have to learn how to play some Sublime and Violent Femmes songs along with Van Morrison’s “Brown Eyed Girl” because if you don’t learn that song then you might as well not even bother picking up a guitar. Now he had never heard of Sublime or the Femmes or so he thought. A couple of hours later he said he knew another song but didn’t know the name of it or who sings it. Turned out to be the Femmes “Blister In The Sun“. I guess that just leaves Sublime and “Brown Eyed Girl” left to learn.
Comments (3)
LMAO about getting laid!! Do you live in the south? LOL. But really… I do, sorta… I’m always confused about the south/midwest thing… where IS Oklahoma anyway? Right on all the lines… and I really DO have a cousin that we ALL avoid when at any large family gathering where he shows… we call him Big Mike. He’s greasy and fat and is just fucking slimey… there’s no “Hey, Bubbly, how ya been?” with the normal and accepted ::pat pat:: on your back… its more like, “Heeeeeey, how are youuuu?” with the feared and no so accepted ::stroke rub:: on your back… we literally keep eyes out for him and try to move in complete opposite of him for the entire event… there have actually been events where I have totally avoided him, but only a few.
Congrats on the football game!!!
I think OK is more south central, I mean its not really west. Yeah, I think most people have a cousin or 10 that they try to avoid at gatherings. That is the case with every extended family gathering I go to. Then again, maybe for some people in the family I am that guy they try to avoid.
LOL. I’m sure that isn’t true… I can not adequately describe this guy though… without a person to person telling of him so I can ::stroke rub:: as he does… ick.