Photographs and Memories

Written Snapshot from October 4, 2005: I suppose some things never change.

This weekend was ridiculous. I discovered a new cousin. Stay with me because this going to be good. My Aunt Debbie was married to a man named Alan, who left her for another man named John, who had a sister with a son named Matt, who loves to drink Vodka and Cranberries and dance all night long. Bri and Tyler were hysterical as always and we stayed at my uncles' house (That's two uncles- Alan and John) off of bay shore boulavard the most bougouis neighborhood in all of Tampa. They had a floating stair case with black and white pictures accentuating their obviously swedish dinette set. The best part was when I woke up the next morning and trudged into the kitchen, the only thing to read over a bowl of cereal was Out Magazine. And that's not an exaggeration plugged in for comic relief. All night we talked about, "ahhh, those gays..." So thank you Uncle Alan and Uncle John for taking a three week trip to Europe and that bottle of Absolut. But sometime between being breakin' it down to throwback music in a scene bar and passing out on the couch downstairs, Bri and I had the most stereotypical drunken conversation on the back patio. She would say, "You know what fuck it man, fuck the drama, I'm so wasted right now" and I would say, "Yeah, man whatever right? I mean, it's almost as if she asked me to punch her in the mouth. I mean, that's what it sounded like to me." And Bri would counter with, "Isn't my cousin cute... I mean I'd totally hit that if we weren't related. And you would totally hit it if you weren't a closet homosexual." And then silence. Because we just went too far. But what came out in the end was this massive understanding that the world is formed by two sets of people. Those who embrace sadness and those that just say fuck that. We all know them, the girls who seem to always be sick. Who's life is always falling apart. They bitch and moan about school and work and bros or lack thereof. I'm not saying one is better than the other. All I'm saying is that night ended with me holding an empty glass and never once telling Bri not to sleep with her cousin.



Observations:
1. Family never changes.
2. Ideas about optimism must be remembered and recalled from time to time.
3. Sleeping with non blood related cousins is something that I do not endorse.
4. Bring it on, Thanksgiving.