Tonight was a Bar Mitzvah for a cousin a zillion times removed whom I've never met. 90 minute drive each way, a gift, $100 for a sitter and a saturday night wasted on what amounts to a wedding without a bride for 13 year olds. Truly silly. And my table consisted of one cousin whom I think is a complete ass with his grouchy wife, one cousin who I think is shy a chromosome or two and his pleasant new wife who should have her head examined, one cousin that I think I used to like playing with, but haven't seen, literally, in 25 years, and my sister and her new boyfriend. It was like an internment camp with a DJ.
If we could pick our family, would we?
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