*reading previous post* Apparently, I leave, and I bring sanity with me. Not that I use it or anything....
Anyway, I have just returned from my long awaited (and slightly dreaded, though for no good reason but an mildly annoying relative) family reunion. I'm happy to say that I was a lovely time for everyone, though there was a horrible accident. I'll relate the accounts as they happened.
We were supposed to leave the house around 10am to pick up my brother. So we left around 10:30am, and hit nasty traffic on 680 and I-80, which I had the pleasure of sleeping though. Nothing really exciting happened on the road, and we arrived around 5pm to my cousin Dale's vacation house on the South Shore of Lake Tahoe.
I'm sorry, did I say house? I'm not sure what to label it. Suffice to say, it has about 12 rooms, 3 or 4 bathrooms (that I know of), a huge kitchen, and a guest house with about 3 bedrooms of it's own. And when I say the house is on the south shore, I mean it's *on* the south shore, with it's own private beach, boat house, and dock. And my father had been worried about where we were all going to sleep.
Anyway, we arrived, I threw my stuff on the bunk bed I was sharing with my cousin Lauren, and proceeded to greet and hug relatives I hadn't seen in 4 years, play with cousins who were infants the last time I saw them, and happily shoot the breeze with my other cousins. I was worried that I might have to theaten one of them with bodily harm, since I nearly killed him the last time I saw him due to his cocky, annoying, nature, but he'd grown up a lot (and I mean a lot, the boy is probably about 6'5" by now... O_o), and so all was well.
Then, while playing with my cousin's son, Jordan, we entered the house to hushed whispers and some very worried relatives. My Aunt Karen had taken a bad fall, and an ambulence was on it's way. We thought she'd just broken some fingers, and scraped herself up really badly. But when my Uncle Jack (her husband) called later, it turns out in that nasty fall, she'd dislocated her fingers, broken bones in her hand, and ruptured her spleen. She was going into emergency surgery almost immediatly, only waiting for the chief of surgery being to arrive.
Yeah, that put a bit of a damper on things. But my cousins (they're all adult and stuff, being about 15 years my senior) constantly called with updates, and we kept Jordan and Taylor, Aunt Karen's grandkids, distracted, and since we knew she was going to be okay, we all sat down to dinner, worried, but relieved that she was going to be okay.
That night, we engaged in a Frost family tradition of trying to take each other's money. Yes, that's right, we're all addicted to poker, and that first night I took everyone's money. Ahh... life is sweet. The insults that were traded were quite lovely, not to mention the swearing. Nothing like reveling in the maturity of adulthood. ^^
The next day, we continued to indulge in too much food, alcohol, and the comic attempt at swimming in Lake Tahoe. Now, the previous day, I had chased Jordan (I think he's 4 or 5) around the beach, in and out of the water, and it had been almost warm. But Sunday? Nooooo.... the water was okay, but the stiff breeze was horrid, and while we did walk out into the lake about 200ft out (it's really shallow for a good long ways out), the water, and weather, only got colder as we went. We gave up, and I ended up in the hot tub watching my cousins kids (there are many of them. I feel old.) romp about, try to drown each other and take me with them. My Aunt Karen was in the ICU, recovering, but the morphine prevented any sort of conversations. Uncle Jack, and my cousins, Jack and Lauren, said that visiting was probably a bad idea, so we kept ourselves satisfied with frequent calls from them.
That night, once again, poker was indulged in. Karma came back and bit me in the ass, and I lost all but a dollar of my money at the girls table, while Lauren cleaned us out. At the men's table, my Uncle Bob made an amazing comeback, and won much money from the rest of my family. And after that ended around 12:30, I proceeded to escort my mildly inebriated brother Sean and cousin Ben to the casinos, where I proceeded to loose $10 at nickel slots, and Ben and Sean to loose a bit of money at roulette. They also proceeded to have three more drinks each. I had to drive, so I couldn't indulge. Suck.
We got back at around 2:30am, and proceeded to crash. My brother was suffering the effects this morning, at which I laughed, and we left the cabin at around 10:30, with many goodbyes, and promises of keeping in better touch. We stopped by the hospital (which was really abandoned, and tucked where you'd never find it unless you *knew* where to look), and saw Aunt Karen, who didn't look great, but then I know of very few people who look good in the ICU. After that, we proceeded home, and now I am back in San Jose, and will be returning to Santa Cruz later this evening. All in all, with accidents not withstanding, it was a lovely weekend, and I realized how much I love my extended family. We're going to try and keep in touch more often, and hopefully, since we all have e-mail now, it'll actually work this time. ^^
Jeez, you stayed and read this whole thing? Don't you have anything better to do? Shoo! ^^
Anyway, I have just returned from my long awaited (and slightly dreaded, though for no good reason but an mildly annoying relative) family reunion. I'm happy to say that I was a lovely time for everyone, though there was a horrible accident. I'll relate the accounts as they happened.
We were supposed to leave the house around 10am to pick up my brother. So we left around 10:30am, and hit nasty traffic on 680 and I-80, which I had the pleasure of sleeping though. Nothing really exciting happened on the road, and we arrived around 5pm to my cousin Dale's vacation house on the South Shore of Lake Tahoe.
I'm sorry, did I say house? I'm not sure what to label it. Suffice to say, it has about 12 rooms, 3 or 4 bathrooms (that I know of), a huge kitchen, and a guest house with about 3 bedrooms of it's own. And when I say the house is on the south shore, I mean it's *on* the south shore, with it's own private beach, boat house, and dock. And my father had been worried about where we were all going to sleep.
Anyway, we arrived, I threw my stuff on the bunk bed I was sharing with my cousin Lauren, and proceeded to greet and hug relatives I hadn't seen in 4 years, play with cousins who were infants the last time I saw them, and happily shoot the breeze with my other cousins. I was worried that I might have to theaten one of them with bodily harm, since I nearly killed him the last time I saw him due to his cocky, annoying, nature, but he'd grown up a lot (and I mean a lot, the boy is probably about 6'5" by now... O_o), and so all was well.
Then, while playing with my cousin's son, Jordan, we entered the house to hushed whispers and some very worried relatives. My Aunt Karen had taken a bad fall, and an ambulence was on it's way. We thought she'd just broken some fingers, and scraped herself up really badly. But when my Uncle Jack (her husband) called later, it turns out in that nasty fall, she'd dislocated her fingers, broken bones in her hand, and ruptured her spleen. She was going into emergency surgery almost immediatly, only waiting for the chief of surgery being to arrive.
Yeah, that put a bit of a damper on things. But my cousins (they're all adult and stuff, being about 15 years my senior) constantly called with updates, and we kept Jordan and Taylor, Aunt Karen's grandkids, distracted, and since we knew she was going to be okay, we all sat down to dinner, worried, but relieved that she was going to be okay.
That night, we engaged in a Frost family tradition of trying to take each other's money. Yes, that's right, we're all addicted to poker, and that first night I took everyone's money. Ahh... life is sweet. The insults that were traded were quite lovely, not to mention the swearing. Nothing like reveling in the maturity of adulthood. ^^
The next day, we continued to indulge in too much food, alcohol, and the comic attempt at swimming in Lake Tahoe. Now, the previous day, I had chased Jordan (I think he's 4 or 5) around the beach, in and out of the water, and it had been almost warm. But Sunday? Nooooo.... the water was okay, but the stiff breeze was horrid, and while we did walk out into the lake about 200ft out (it's really shallow for a good long ways out), the water, and weather, only got colder as we went. We gave up, and I ended up in the hot tub watching my cousins kids (there are many of them. I feel old.) romp about, try to drown each other and take me with them. My Aunt Karen was in the ICU, recovering, but the morphine prevented any sort of conversations. Uncle Jack, and my cousins, Jack and Lauren, said that visiting was probably a bad idea, so we kept ourselves satisfied with frequent calls from them.
That night, once again, poker was indulged in. Karma came back and bit me in the ass, and I lost all but a dollar of my money at the girls table, while Lauren cleaned us out. At the men's table, my Uncle Bob made an amazing comeback, and won much money from the rest of my family. And after that ended around 12:30, I proceeded to escort my mildly inebriated brother Sean and cousin Ben to the casinos, where I proceeded to loose $10 at nickel slots, and Ben and Sean to loose a bit of money at roulette. They also proceeded to have three more drinks each. I had to drive, so I couldn't indulge. Suck.
We got back at around 2:30am, and proceeded to crash. My brother was suffering the effects this morning, at which I laughed, and we left the cabin at around 10:30, with many goodbyes, and promises of keeping in better touch. We stopped by the hospital (which was really abandoned, and tucked where you'd never find it unless you *knew* where to look), and saw Aunt Karen, who didn't look great, but then I know of very few people who look good in the ICU. After that, we proceeded home, and now I am back in San Jose, and will be returning to Santa Cruz later this evening. All in all, with accidents not withstanding, it was a lovely weekend, and I realized how much I love my extended family. We're going to try and keep in touch more often, and hopefully, since we all have e-mail now, it'll actually work this time. ^^
Jeez, you stayed and read this whole thing? Don't you have anything better to do? Shoo! ^^
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home