It was forecasted to rain on my wedding day and my wife nearly died, so I bought seven purple umbrellas and one big white umbrella so they could take pictures in the rain. It didn’t rain until after pictures. Is that irony?
Even our photos were inside because we got married in this sort of high-end mall that was on the courthouse square and had a giant ballroom at the top floor. We had the ceremony and reception there, and there was a very pretty fountain on the ground floor where we did the pictures.
My brother also got married in a ballroom. In Alabama. In view of the “First White House of the Confederacy.” We are not Southerners but his wife is. It was also a Gone With the Wind themed wedding. They claim they have no racial prejudices but after that, it was pretty hard to buy. And that was before the day my brother decided to post to everyone on Facebook that he would yell the N-word when he was alone in his car because it was transgressive. (But he doesn’t do it to be racist, he swears!)
Really looking forward to visiting him in Atlanta in a couple weeks. I haven’t seen him in 10 years and was hoping to keep it that way, but my mom is elderly and won’t take a plane and so I’m driving her. At least I’m going to be staying with friends instead of him.
This story took me for a ride. In a car. Where the driver was yelling the N-word. But it’s okay because it’s transgressive, even though I guess I don’t know what that means.
It means “I get to break the social contract since no one is around and I hate being constrained by rules.” He’s neurodivergent, so he’s not the most clued-in on social contracts in the first place, but that’s not an excuse. He’s just a very weird person in so many ways though. He did not just decide to be a vegan, he decided to be a vegan who also will not eat fat or oil, and not because of animals, because he thinks that’s how humans should eat if they want to live as long as possible. He also once (again, publicly on Facebook) talked about how he couldn’t understand why no one in his work zoom meeting thought it was funny when he showed off the REAL HUMAN SKULL he somehow owns because apparently it’s really funny to own, again, A HUMAN SKULL.
Best of luck, friend. That’s a good thing you’re doing for your mom. I, too, have a troublesome brother in a southern state, and even my own family members have told me, “If you ever visit him, for the love of god, get a hotel. Do NOT stay at his house.” I’m glad you have friends that you can stay with instead. Hopefully you’ll arrive back home with more fun memories of friends than anything else.
Thanks. And now I feel bad because I just checked Facebook and he announced that his kitty died. So I apparently killed his kitty by ranting. He couldn’t take me badmouthing my brother and saw only one way out.
Oof, poor kitty. And isn’t that just what this trip needed - more uncomfortable tension in the air. Is your brother the type of person to find comfort from talking about a recently-deceased pet? Or will it just make things more awkward?
My brother (and his wife) practically house a menagerie/farm. Not that they care about animals in some particular way, I honestly don’t know why they do anything they do. But I know that for them, life just rolls on.
It was forecasted to rain on my wedding day and my wife nearly died, so I bought seven purple umbrellas and one big white umbrella so they could take pictures in the rain. It didn’t rain until after pictures. Is that irony?
Even our photos were inside because we got married in this sort of high-end mall that was on the courthouse square and had a giant ballroom at the top floor. We had the ceremony and reception there, and there was a very pretty fountain on the ground floor where we did the pictures.
My brother also got married in a ballroom. In Alabama. In view of the “First White House of the Confederacy.” We are not Southerners but his wife is. It was also a Gone With the Wind themed wedding. They claim they have no racial prejudices but after that, it was pretty hard to buy. And that was before the day my brother decided to post to everyone on Facebook that he would yell the N-word when he was alone in his car because it was transgressive. (But he doesn’t do it to be racist, he swears!)
Really looking forward to visiting him in Atlanta in a couple weeks. I haven’t seen him in 10 years and was hoping to keep it that way, but my mom is elderly and won’t take a plane and so I’m driving her. At least I’m going to be staying with friends instead of him.
Sorry, I needed to rant for a second.
This story took me for a ride. In a car. Where the driver was yelling the N-word. But it’s okay because it’s transgressive, even though I guess I don’t know what that means.
It means “I get to break the social contract since no one is around and I hate being constrained by rules.” He’s neurodivergent, so he’s not the most clued-in on social contracts in the first place, but that’s not an excuse. He’s just a very weird person in so many ways though. He did not just decide to be a vegan, he decided to be a vegan who also will not eat fat or oil, and not because of animals, because he thinks that’s how humans should eat if they want to live as long as possible. He also once (again, publicly on Facebook) talked about how he couldn’t understand why no one in his work zoom meeting thought it was funny when he showed off the REAL HUMAN SKULL he somehow owns because apparently it’s really funny to own, again, A HUMAN SKULL.
Best of luck, friend. That’s a good thing you’re doing for your mom. I, too, have a troublesome brother in a southern state, and even my own family members have told me, “If you ever visit him, for the love of god, get a hotel. Do NOT stay at his house.” I’m glad you have friends that you can stay with instead. Hopefully you’ll arrive back home with more fun memories of friends than anything else.
Thanks. And now I feel bad because I just checked Facebook and he announced that his kitty died. So I apparently killed his kitty by ranting. He couldn’t take me badmouthing my brother and saw only one way out.
Oof, poor kitty. And isn’t that just what this trip needed - more uncomfortable tension in the air. Is your brother the type of person to find comfort from talking about a recently-deceased pet? Or will it just make things more awkward?
My brother (and his wife) practically house a menagerie/farm. Not that they care about animals in some particular way, I honestly don’t know why they do anything they do. But I know that for them, life just rolls on.
I don’t think it will make things more tense or anything. I just was like, “oof, karma.”