It's so bizarre. I know I've spoken in the past about how the family parties have changed since I was a kid. So many aunts and uncles have passed from this massive family. The remainders are so old and divided, the gatherings aren't a thing anymore. But every once in a while, something comes around that pulls us together. Growing up, my closest friends were distant cousins from across family marriages. The brothers Todd and Ryan. Ryan is getting married in a few weeks and today, we celebrated his exciting future.
We gathered at his dad's house. I met with so many family members I haven't seen in years, decades. It's bizarre how time flows and connections to people fade. I talked for hours with Todd about religion. He's a devout animist and pagan, I'm a devout atheist. It's bizarre how someone you were once close to and lost touch with for decades can just fall back in and slot to be good friends all over again.
I had a good time. Talked a lot about my travels and listened to a lot of the local talk about what's happen in the recent years. Friends, lost relatives, those who remain.
I brought a cooler of Japanese beer, which a few people tried and claimed to enjoy. I drank only that all day. There was a fair lot of the standard fare of food for a party like this and it was all very great. There's something so comforting about food like that. My dad's macaroni salad (which I was the first to notice it was not out for people to take), rigatoni, local store fried chicken. Summer party food. I don't want to claim it's anything unique to my area but there's something to speak of with the quality of the stuff. I love it.
I didn't get heavy drunk but even hours after my last drop, I'm feeling buzzed and comfortable. I had a great day. We barely touched our instruments. As a group, Ryan, my dad, and myself played a few songs but I basically carried my mandolin around for the rest of the night. Charlie, a wild card from the area who I have known since we were incredibly young, asked that I play him a song so I threw out a quick "Wagon Wheel." Mom got off work, swung by and picked us up, and now I'm home.
I'm still horrified that this will not be a thing soon. Until then, congratulations Ryan. Looking forward to seeing you happily married soon.