Saturday was a strange day.
There was confirmation of my cousin and for the first time in a long time met all the family. Or at least all the relatives of mother. And we are many.
However, were all there. Yeah, well ', all except my father, but when did my father is?
In short, there was the mass (God's been ages since I've been to church. Maybe because I'm an atheist, WTF) and then we went to eat. And the strangest thing is that, well, 'I do not regret at all this evening, because I enjoyed it. Although there is no one my age in relatives, except for a cousin - all brats or all old people. It was ... nice.
Me and my uncle - and he, cabbage, is the kid of all, Peter Pan of our day - we had to comment on the level of fennel growing in my brother's. Hell, white jeans - and so far there is nothing wrong - and pink shirt . I am the first to hope that both gay and mate with his best friend, since they are the perfect couple, but at least does not hide his homosexuality truism. However
dinner did nothing but go around in his designer sunglasses from millemila €. You can slag a lot of money in something that, for me, is as useless? Bah. _. fact is that these glasses are gone soon. Me and my cousin we marched them to him literally from under the nose (really, can you be so stupid?) And he has stumped around half an hour before we did find them to him under his napkin. That said, his figure of shit is not no one took it from him. Then
photos, be it ', and an outlet under the table of sweets, but these are must for family reunions. The fun came when they had to go home.
Uncle Peter Pan was so drunk he had to drive his wife. Between her and my mother have been active in an impressive sequence of maneuvers intricate to exit a parking lot that was enough to engage the reverse gear and steering. Office complication simple business. Or a woman at the wheel constant danger. Meanwhile, my brother was lavish in a commentary to describe all operations Guido Meda, and most radio Subasio (the only radio that gets that little box that my mother called machine) went crap music.
Uncle Peter Pan out of the car gesturing like a madman driving tips and threw his wife - and she obviously did not listen to one chip only - and when I finally was able to exit the parking lot has left his uncle on foot. I would have done it myself. So
He climbed into our car and we have fallen into the ranks of the car behind his wife's relatives, who knows all the streets and knew how to get home, but let's face it, driving is a landslide. While we were in a queue at a traffic light uncle Peter Pan fell and got back in his car: he wanted to make sure his precious Mitsubishi arrived home safe and sound.
Then my aunt wanted to steer at a crossroads, but it went along and did not, so his uncle fell out of the car and went up in protest with her grandmother. Needless to say she is tired after like five minutes of his talk and has returned to where he came.
Eventually we went home without damage. Very strange, yeah.
