w e l l ~ B L O G ~ t o ~ y o u ~ t o o !

17 September 2002
 
Ok then, It's been like almost a week since my last blog. I went to a memorial service for my Great Aunt Lillian. Saw my dad's cousins and my second-cousins. Lots of people I never really met before. Well I did when I was still in a high chair. I mean, there is photographic evidence that I met them. And of course, then I realized exactly how fucked up my family is with little in-feuds. Sometimes, it's good to be removed from extended family. Except they all were so damn nice (even if it was the first time two of them had spoken in several years).

That was Saturday. Sunday, I saw my Big Fat Greek Wedding which brings me to the other side of my family. My Nana is Albanian, which is close enough culturally to basically be Greek. That side of the family is Greek Orthodox, and yes, my father had to be baptized into the Greek Orthodox church before he could marry my mom. Talk about more fucked up things in a family: My great-grandfather is my father's godfather. Well 'was' I should say, as Seraphim aka Gabby has since passed on. Gabby rocked though. He always had butterscotch and other hard candies for us when we visited, and he always had a parakeet named Sammy. He lost both of his legs though. I forget how, but it wasn't through fracture. Anyway to get back to the authenticity of the movie. Very authentic. Apparently Gabby (my great-grandfather & dad's godfather) would do the same thing as the dad in the movie: tell how all words are essentially greek. And my mother growing up heard the like about the Turks a lot. And the gathering of the family was like my mom remembered Christmas at her Nana's house.

So yeah, that's more of my family than you care to know. But, hey, gotta love 'em 'cause they come with great stories--like how my father passed out when he got married to my mom. And of course his side of the family didn't know what the fuck was going on as it was all in Greek. But they did have a scorecard. But "Groom hits floor" was not in the Scorecard. ;-). That's got to be one of my all time faves. Told every year leading up to Christmas & their anniversary on the 27th. Hey, they lasted 27 years after that start. Even after mom had to open wedding presents alone 'cause dad was in the bathroom half the reception. And mom had to eat their first dinner alone 'cause dad had to take the head off a rainbow trout and got sick again. And FYI. Don't pity my father. It was his own damn fault he drank so God Damned much the night before the wedding and was still drunk the next day. Well His fault and his brother and cousin from above and his cousin from above's husband (cousin and cousin-in-law were Dad's frat brothers if that tells you anything). Ta Ta for now. I love you daddy.

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 21:05