This weekend is The Man’s family reunion. The IRISH SIDE.
In all fairness I only have a stereotypical idea of what this reunion will be like.
Kegs of Irish beer and/or whiskey. Loud, raucous laughter. Big, hairy men and red headed women and children everywhere. Food enough to feed more than a small country if The Man’s typical appetite is indicative of how his whole family eats.
I’m scared.
I’ve seen pictures of previous reunions and while everyone poses with smiles and opaque cups in their hands, it still makes me nervous.
I’m not much of a drinker or social butterfly any more.
The Man assures me that it’s a lot of fun. Uh huh.
He KNOWS all these people. He’s DRANK with all these people. I’m sure I will be able to toss a horseshoe or two. I know how to play badminton, but what of any IRISH games that they may have? What if I don’t like the kind of food they have there? Will I have to sit by the salad trays? *shudder* Do they do corned beef when it’s NOT St. Patrick’s day???
I’m taking Sushi.
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