This weekend, two important things happened:
- Chaz left for India for an infernally long time. We left for the airport at 5:45 am on Saturday and he will return until 1:30 pm on September 30th. The level of detail included there was for no other purpose than to emphasize that it's a long time to
have the queen-sized bed to myselffigure out what to do with myself when he's not here.
- My family came to visit for the weekend during his absence, which gives me a chance to stop acting like a responsible adult.
Here's the fam's next album cover, pre-Photoshop:
I don't know how I managed to avoid getting my toes in that picture. Miracles DO happen, I say.
During the course of their visit, I have done the following:
- Sung along with a Brahms symphony at top volume to prove that the melody was singable.
- Climbed a tree.
- Eaten far too much chocolate.
- Played dress-up in a store.
- Bought a bouncy ball out of those machines that you think hold not-so-buried treasure as a child.
Siblings bring out the weirdest side of you imaginable. It was glorious. And I know for a fact that we inspired a child, because a dad and his three-year-old were walking by as I cranked the magical wheel, and five seconds later she had her dad digging a quarter out of his pocket.
So if you ever feel like setting your burdens and cares aside for a few hours, call me up. I'll lend you either of my brothers, because as the oldest, I clearly own them. They'll teach you all sorts of useful things, like how to play video games until 4am and not fall asleep, or how to dress like a trendy pre-college fashion icon (key point: wear a "mid-thigh or higher skirt," according to the one pictured above). Due to their advice, I even became a world-class hipster for the duration of the three takes it took to get this photo to an acceptable state.
If they really think you're cool, they might go so far as to dress up for you. At least one of them knows how to tie a bow tie.
I guarantee that they'll make your day. And heck...you might even find yourself smiling like a kid on Christmas morning while hoisting yourself into a tree.
Happy Monday, y'all.