It was an interesting weekend. Started with E having a sleepover Friday night with the new Cubmaster's son, who is actually a grade behind E, but they evidently bonded over a week of cub scout camp this summer. Saturday, despite being invited to a cookout, we spent running errands and cleaning. You see, we offered to host M's family—that's his brother's gang of 8 plus his parents, plus his best friend L and his girlfriend (X)—for a Labor Day cookout. And this was to be after spending all of Sunday afternoon and evening at a wedding in NH.
So Saturday was shopping for wedding gift, cookout food, and cleaning up the condo. I even got half the bedroom painted this weekend (a lovely shade of purple, I absolutely love it). Sunday morning, we finished the shopping—hitting the farmstand for fresh corn on the cob—and a little bit of prep work on stuff that had to be made ahead of time.
The wedding was fun, a very contemporary, secular Jewish ceremony, which means a JP, but with a chuppah and stomping on the glass at the end. It was also a very casual ceremony, being held outside next to the ocean, and was quite lovely. The groom grew up across the street from M, so his parents and brother were also there. The reception was a bit chilly, being in a pavilion next to the ocean on a chilly September evening. But the food was good, the music was fun (if a bit loud...wait did I just say that? oh, I'm getting old), and M and I even danced a bit. They had a marshmallow roast/s'more making to complement the wedding cupcakes for dessert. M and I left around 10, and evidently missed a couple of more interesting parts of the party, including the bride wrestling in her wedding dress. This is evidently the new rage among brides, to trash the dress as part of the reception. Okey dokey.
Of course, this whole exercise also got M's parents on a kick about when our wedding will be, since I would like to have it in October, and that is fast approaching. I really just want to elope and get it over with, but I suppose I should start some sort of planning if we are actually going to do this thing this year.
So Monday arrived, and the house filled up. M's brother now has 6 kids (6 weeks to 16 years), and they even all came; we thought the 16-year-old might beg off, since she has made it painfully obviously she has absolutely no love for M or anything associated with him. M's friend L also came, and brought the mail order girlfriend, whose visit was ending this morning. Plus the 4 of us, and that makes 16 people, the most I have entertained yet in the new place. But all went well, aside from a brief foray into politics, when I felt obliged to explain to M's father that no, the elderly really aren't going to have to be evaluated every 5 years to see if they should be euthanized (are you kidding me!!!), which almost caused a feeding frenzy when they realized they had a librul(ish) in their midst. I also had to smack down L when started trying to make cracks about Ted Kennedy. What an asshat.
But I've decided that the next time someone asks me if I'm a liberal (or any other political denomination), instead of trying to explain that I am an independent, a social liberal but fiscal conservative, with a healthy dose of libertarian thrown in, I've decided that my answer from now on is going to be "Actually, I'm an American; I don't believe in being a slave to ideology, but would rather be a servant to the greater good of the American people. I'd rather use my brain to make decisions about how this country should be governed than listen to talking heads, propaganda, party platforms. How about you?" Or maybe, "Well, I'm an independent, which means you have a chance to sway me to your side if you can come at me with facts and logic and not talking points and fearmongering. Care to give it a shot?" Oh, Barney Frank, where are you when I need you?
After that brief pissing match, the subject didn't get brought up again, at least, not in my presence. I did hear one or two comments in the background about Obama's speech to the schools, but I think at that point, they had figured out that I wasn't going to be sympathetic to their bashing of all things Obama. Too bad, so sad.
M's brother and parents left around 6, and L and X stayed to watch a movie, The Birdcage (lol!). I knew this was not going to end well when L started making comments about the sexiness of the dancers in the opening scene, until M and I pointed out that they were all dudes. Oh, the schadenfreude. I excused myself after about the first hour of M having to explain every other line in the rest of the movie because they didn't get it. But hey, I had kids to get ready for bed.. yeah, that's it... and dinner to clean up from.. yeah, that's the ticket....
Kids start back to school tomorrow, so I have to get back into my regular routine. Bleh.