I’m just back from a family reunion weekend, which included way more Italians than there should probably ever be in one place, and a ton of food, including eggplant parmesan, crescia, and sausage and peppers.
Things overheard at the gathering:
“Go get me some icebox cake. I’m too drunk to get up.”
and
“What? You put our family recipes on the INTERNET?” (drags finger menacingly across neck)
and graffiti in the bathroom:
Dora is my 90-year-old grandmother. It’s no big mystery who could be responsible for this. My dad. I’d know that handwriting anywhere.
Can I sign up to join your family?
Posted by: Robert | July 29, 2008 at 06:51 PM
Aw, jeez, your dad's a pimp.
Posted by: cookiecrumb | July 29, 2008 at 07:07 PM
OMG! I thought it was NEXT weekend ...
Posted by: joey | July 29, 2008 at 07:18 PM
Hey! I recognize that area code! LOL You were in my neck of the woods and didn't invite me to crash a reunion full of food!? I'm sure a southern drawl would have fit right in and nobody would have even noticed me. *whistles innocently*
From the sounds of it y'all had a great time!
Posted by: April in CT | July 29, 2008 at 07:35 PM
288-0000 Nope
288-0001 Nope
288-0002 Nope
288-0003 Nope
Man, this is going to take forever
Posted by: 288-XXXX | July 30, 2008 at 01:46 PM
288-XXXX: If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times, hands off my grandmother.
April in CT: Next time I'll sneak you in!
Joey: Doh, and I was hoping to see you. You missed a good time!
CC: Yeah, the story probably would have been better without knowing the identity of the pimp in question.
Robert: You might want to sleep on that.
Posted by: Tammy | July 30, 2008 at 11:26 PM
Hee! I want to join your family as well! I'll bring the deviled eggs, OK?
Posted by: Sally | July 31, 2008 at 08:36 AM