leave your inhibitions at the door
What do you get when you mix a bunch of Filipinos, Palestinians, and a couple token honkies? No, not a TSA nightmare….Our family reunion! Every year we get together for a weekend and, no matter when it is, we always seem to be celebrating a half dozen birthdays. It’s weird – there haven’t been any weddings or babies, but our extended family keeps on multiplying. Oh wait, that didn’t come out right. Because if we did multiply, then THAT would be weird. And gross. And Appalachian.
This year’s celebration was on Labor Day weekend, again in Indianapolis. There was the usual round of golf, eating, beerponging, storytelling, eating, legobuilding, musicplaying, late night barbecuing, and – of course – a ton of eating.
We got there a little late Friday night so we missed the main dinner. But there was the 1AM dinner of sliders, sriracha, and tequila.
Saturday night dinner included…
And now for dessert…
On to the festivities…
The odds were never in our favor. My partner and I lost miserably.
Note to self – No more late night experiments with trying to find the next awesome drinking fad. The hipsters will TOTALLY NOT be doing Sriracha then Tequila then shortrib.
Ah yes, another family weekend = another 5 lbs gained. We wouldn’t want it any other way.