Only Family...

[etakyma]

So last weekend, the weekend I was party-ing it up in San Francisco with a thousand other t00bs, my cousin got married in a big, fairly ostentatious affair. She is my third cousin - I wasn't invited (my father and her father are first cousins). My parents went. My mom and I just had a short conversation about my great-aunt G - the only living member of her generation in the family - she's probably in her eighties. Apparently her son, my second cousin J (another of my father's first cousins - he's the baby of the group, though, so maybe fifty, fifty three? My dad is not quite to oldest of his generation and he's in his mid seventies) told her in no uncertain terms she had to wear a bra to the wedding.

Aunt G complained that it was uncomfortable, and she didn't like all that stuff around her waist. Fine, she said, if I must wear a bra, I won't wear any panties.

So she didn't.

J was just hoping she kept her feet, because what a surprise that would have been if she'd fallen over and her skirt flew up.

Family. You can't change 'em.

My mother boggled at the wedding. Two hundred and fifty guests, a string quartet for the ceremony and cocktail hour, a rock band for the reception. And my cousin R (bride's father) footing the bill. She said it was over-the-top. Knowing my cousin, I am so not surprised.

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Bra? Waist?

Still...you go, Aunt G!

That's hilarious!!!