BEDA 11: Family reunions and my Broadway car.

Today was a quasi-family reunion for my grandparents' fiftieth wedding anniversary. Being my family, this meant gathering in a church basement for two hours with a spread of small sandwiches and old people that I don't know.

Thankfully, after wandering awkwardly for around twenty minutes, during which I was asked 'Who [I] belong to' and had to explain a good portion of my family tree to answer this question and was mistaken for being thirteen years old, I surfaced some Dutch Blitz cards with my cousins (who were also not fully obligated to eat small sandwiches and make polite conversation with relatives we didn't know existed or random elderly people who lurk around my grandparents' church, like the "real adults" had to). We hid in a back room and played some intense Dutch Blitz until our presences were required for the cake cutting. It was a good time, especially because I haven't actually hung out with some of my cousins for years.

 My grandparents, great aunt, aunt, uncle, cousins (+ one gf and bf), 1st cousin, parents, brother and me.

Me, my bro and my grandparents.

My nail polish matched my dress perfectly. It was a good moment.

Now that I can drive, my cousin Leigh Ann (who, unfortunately for my relatives, as well as having similar names, we also look and act alike which confuses the heck out of them) offered me an open invitation to come up and go to Treego some weekend.That would be awesome.

In other news, I discovered the therapeutic powers of driving around in the beautiful little Jetta by oneself and singing Broadway music at the top of one's voice. I think my car will be a Broadway car. I'm also progressively growing to love that Jetta more and more. It's just so cozy and standard and adorable and not a minivan. Basically all the things I look for in a car. Also, the ability to drive a standard makes me feel special.
Love,
-J-