My sweet step-grandmother passed away recently and her funeral was this weekend. My parents made arrangements for my sisters and I to come
I should have known it was going to be a doozy of a weekend. The signs were there from the get go. My sister who lives in the frozen tundra and I both had to get up at the ungodly time of "before 6 am" in order to catch our flights. I rode the shuttle from to the BNA with a "feller" who had not been on a plane in 25 years...since he was 6 years old. He grilled me repeatedly about going through "customs" to fly to San Antonio. I finally figured out he meant security and counseled him on the finer points of taking your shoes off and running as fast as he could through the metal detector. I mean really, don't ya watch TV?
I won't bore you with all the craziness that involves the three of us traveling together. Let's just say it involved a Mary Poppins purse full random things including the following: headache medicine, a nail file, lotion, a burrito and a "blanket" (it looked like a robe). Our brother calling us "Foul Mouth Gutter Snipe Hose Bags" and referring to the women he was called upon to drive around (wife, three sisters and tolerant cousin) his "harem". We also experienced random things like "Preach " Martini's, fake Caesar salad, a visit to a winery, a "Museum" of Del Rio oddities (including the antique phone that got broken by someone in our party... and a human spine hanging on a coat rack) , TWO trips to the DQ, a Mariachi band and a stop by the border patrol. Our weekend ended with us getting to the airport on Sunday and barely catching our flights.
That was a funeral, can you imagine what we are like