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5 lemons and 22 avocados- Day 2.1
Aug. 15th, 2001 06:06 pmWakey wakey. We're told to be in the Rachero Room by 11am for snacks; grandparents due to arrive at 11:30am or so. FIL mentioned a nice cafe across the street called Perko's or something cutesy like that. We strolled over there and I admired the weather some more. I got a good look at some of the local plants, including these beasties that seemed to be planted everywhere- low bushy plant, with a stalk that grew up and had a loose ball of light blue, white, or purplish flowers that were sort of honeysuckle shaped. There were the same chi-chi birds that I see everywhere (chickadees? I'll look it up later). We promised each other that we'd have a light breakfast, but we were both pretty hungry and had a nice big meal. I had french toast (made with real french bread- yum) and he had some eggy dish or other, with a new treat. It was a Portuguese sausage that was a bit larger than your standard breakfast link, and was grilled. It tasted like a cross between Italian sausage and chorrizo. Good stuff! Being completely besotted with the weather I picked up a local paper and looked at house prices, and we batted the idea around of moving there someday. Houses seemed pretty expensive though, and between that, state income taxes and gas prices I think we have it pretty good where we are.
So we wandered back, and sat down in the smallish Ranchero Room that had been reserved for the party. Aunt Karen fluttered in after awhile and griped at us all for not eating h'ors d'ovres but Eric and I were not in the least bit hungry. We just hang out and chatted a bit while he got his camera ready (he was the designated photographer). Erin sat in for a little while, but she was feeling very sick from alcoholic over-indulgence. Eric teased her, since he's her brother and he has to, but I felt bad for her.
The grandparents arrived. Grandma looked completely overwhelmed and shocked, and like she was about to cry. Grandpa seemed pretty happy. They both went around the table and talked to everyone, then we all sat down and ate. The crowd got to Eric a bit, so he over-indulged in some alcohol himself to take the edge off and we cut out partway through for a smoke break. The food was alright; I had the vegetarian lasagna, which was nothing really spectacular. Aunt Karen talked loudly the entire time, fussing and complaining and competing with the 4 year old for attention.
After dessert, we all went out and had these professional photographers take pictures of all of the family in the courtyard, where there were many roses planted. Thom and I yakked a bit- he and I felt sort of like strangers, and with his sick wife and my anti-social husband, we took a little time apart to admire how beautiful everything was, and how grateful we were to get to come out and experience this, even if it was to meet a bunch of gossipy relatives. We noticed that there were hummingbirds in the garden enjoying all the flowers.
After that, Eric and I kicked around and decided to have some sex. Due to some meds Eric is taking, we both fell into exhausted sleep before he got off. I awoke after a short nap, and attempted to finish him off. However, the window was open (NICE weather! Have I mentioned it?) and I noticed Aunt Karen was standing on her balcony talking very loudly to someone (I never found out who, because the other person never got to speak. I think she was what woke me up in the first place). We tried to be quiet, not that it mattered much, and finally I had to get up and close the window because I was almost laughing my ass off, and Eric was getting irritated as hell (she has a very grating voice). Closing the window made no difference. We finished, then toweled off and went over to FIL's room next door. We could still hear Aunt Karen talking on the balcony, through the closed window in FIL's room two doors down. I thought it was hilarious but Eric was getting ready to go strangle her.
So we wandered back, and sat down in the smallish Ranchero Room that had been reserved for the party. Aunt Karen fluttered in after awhile and griped at us all for not eating h'ors d'ovres but Eric and I were not in the least bit hungry. We just hang out and chatted a bit while he got his camera ready (he was the designated photographer). Erin sat in for a little while, but she was feeling very sick from alcoholic over-indulgence. Eric teased her, since he's her brother and he has to, but I felt bad for her.
The grandparents arrived. Grandma looked completely overwhelmed and shocked, and like she was about to cry. Grandpa seemed pretty happy. They both went around the table and talked to everyone, then we all sat down and ate. The crowd got to Eric a bit, so he over-indulged in some alcohol himself to take the edge off and we cut out partway through for a smoke break. The food was alright; I had the vegetarian lasagna, which was nothing really spectacular. Aunt Karen talked loudly the entire time, fussing and complaining and competing with the 4 year old for attention.
After dessert, we all went out and had these professional photographers take pictures of all of the family in the courtyard, where there were many roses planted. Thom and I yakked a bit- he and I felt sort of like strangers, and with his sick wife and my anti-social husband, we took a little time apart to admire how beautiful everything was, and how grateful we were to get to come out and experience this, even if it was to meet a bunch of gossipy relatives. We noticed that there were hummingbirds in the garden enjoying all the flowers.
After that, Eric and I kicked around and decided to have some sex. Due to some meds Eric is taking, we both fell into exhausted sleep before he got off. I awoke after a short nap, and attempted to finish him off. However, the window was open (NICE weather! Have I mentioned it?) and I noticed Aunt Karen was standing on her balcony talking very loudly to someone (I never found out who, because the other person never got to speak. I think she was what woke me up in the first place). We tried to be quiet, not that it mattered much, and finally I had to get up and close the window because I was almost laughing my ass off, and Eric was getting irritated as hell (she has a very grating voice). Closing the window made no difference. We finished, then toweled off and went over to FIL's room next door. We could still hear Aunt Karen talking on the balcony, through the closed window in FIL's room two doors down. I thought it was hilarious but Eric was getting ready to go strangle her.
