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« Last post by lighter on August 11, 2025, 08:45:13 PM »Last night in Ohio, and the my cousin's son's screamer band's slot got switched to the last slot (10:30pm) from second slot (7:30pm.)
That means we're not staying at the laundry mat/bar to see them, that's what that means. We're whipped. Whipped emotionally, from all the socializing, and running on a huge Mexican late lunch.
My sister is sitting at the bar with our cousin's alcoholic husband. He's been pretty well behaved this trip....barring touching my left boob with his beer bottle a minute ago.....he was offering me a swig, to be fair. My cousin disappeared.... assuming she's hyperventilating, in a dark corner, of which there are many. She does so many things for everyone. She does everything for too many.
We're searching for goat meat. Will stop at a farm and fill a cooler.
Up.....found my cousin, and she's ready to go. Me too....buuuuut there's 4 beers on the bar now....all full. One's a huge Poo abst Blue Ribbon, which I remember my crew cut dad drinking when mowing the yard.
It is not nostalgic. It's too many bubbles in an already full stomach and I'm done and standing by the door.....belching for my life.
The bands have a merch table set up.....one of the sales people is wearing a
Cannibal Corpse wife beater, cut off shorts and fishnet stockings with hightops, and a ball cap.
I'm not judging. In my day, it was much crazier attire than that.
Cousin's husband is talking about a particular woman's camel toe.....cousin disgusted. I changed the subject to buying local potato chips, for goodness sakes.
This dear sweet drunken mysoginist knows he's not ok....and he suffers....all the time. He's defending his use of the N word now. We're threatening to take him home.....not to eat lasagna at family dinner.
He's become belligerent......Cousin threatening to hav him out away. My sister talked him off the cliff..... I'm not able to stop swearing in my seat. He just touched my knee.
That means we're not staying at the laundry mat/bar to see them, that's what that means. We're whipped. Whipped emotionally, from all the socializing, and running on a huge Mexican late lunch.
My sister is sitting at the bar with our cousin's alcoholic husband. He's been pretty well behaved this trip....barring touching my left boob with his beer bottle a minute ago.....he was offering me a swig, to be fair. My cousin disappeared.... assuming she's hyperventilating, in a dark corner, of which there are many. She does so many things for everyone. She does everything for too many.
We're searching for goat meat. Will stop at a farm and fill a cooler.
Up.....found my cousin, and she's ready to go. Me too....buuuuut there's 4 beers on the bar now....all full. One's a huge Poo abst Blue Ribbon, which I remember my crew cut dad drinking when mowing the yard.
It is not nostalgic. It's too many bubbles in an already full stomach and I'm done and standing by the door.....belching for my life.
The bands have a merch table set up.....one of the sales people is wearing a
Cannibal Corpse wife beater, cut off shorts and fishnet stockings with hightops, and a ball cap.
I'm not judging. In my day, it was much crazier attire than that.
Cousin's husband is talking about a particular woman's camel toe.....cousin disgusted. I changed the subject to buying local potato chips, for goodness sakes.
This dear sweet drunken mysoginist knows he's not ok....and he suffers....all the time. He's defending his use of the N word now. We're threatening to take him home.....not to eat lasagna at family dinner.
He's become belligerent......Cousin threatening to hav him out away. My sister talked him off the cliff..... I'm not able to stop swearing in my seat. He just touched my knee.