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...Whispers Hello, I miss you quite terribly.
I'm in Indy now. The weekend of doom aka The Chi-Indy Dash aka Hell Weekend is almost over.
The funeral was...well, a funeral. But for my family, that means fighting, screaming, crying, and extremely high dramatics. I swear these people have been in show biz at some point in their lives. Apparently there was a big fight over just who was going to carry the casket because me and Brian are "just stepkids." Whatev. I didn't drop it, only had to look at the body for a milasecond. I did not, contrary to popular belief, burst in to flames upon entering the cathedral OR when the father blessed me (strange...i felt this feeling of...nothing pass through me.).
I got to see my brother's new house, though - him and his fiancee bought a house identical to my parents (very high on the creep factor, btw). I met Jen, my future sister-in-law, and Kate, my niece (sweet girl...adhd in FULL swing, but sweet none-the-less). I'm so proud of Brian, he's doing so encredibly well. It is a little odd, though, trading places. Now my parents kind of see him as the big success following in their dreams. Meanwhile I'm kinda happy doing whatever the hell I want. Role reversal, much?
Due to the WORST AIRPORT EVER (aka O'Hare), my flight was delayed and I missed my connecting flight, so I wound up landing in Indy an hour later than I should have, missing the formal, itself. However, we did go and party with a bunch of the brothers. Mostly, they like me. yay. AND, I have my first item with Delta Sig letters on it. Cool.
Now I need to shower so we can grab some lunch Then it's out to Paul's to grab his truck, to Carmel for my meeting at work, and on to Chicago to move my shit.
*sigh*
Good Day:)
I'm in Indy now. The weekend of doom aka The Chi-Indy Dash aka Hell Weekend is almost over.
The funeral was...well, a funeral. But for my family, that means fighting, screaming, crying, and extremely high dramatics. I swear these people have been in show biz at some point in their lives. Apparently there was a big fight over just who was going to carry the casket because me and Brian are "just stepkids." Whatev. I didn't drop it, only had to look at the body for a milasecond. I did not, contrary to popular belief, burst in to flames upon entering the cathedral OR when the father blessed me (strange...i felt this feeling of...nothing pass through me.).
I got to see my brother's new house, though - him and his fiancee bought a house identical to my parents (very high on the creep factor, btw). I met Jen, my future sister-in-law, and Kate, my niece (sweet girl...adhd in FULL swing, but sweet none-the-less). I'm so proud of Brian, he's doing so encredibly well. It is a little odd, though, trading places. Now my parents kind of see him as the big success following in their dreams. Meanwhile I'm kinda happy doing whatever the hell I want. Role reversal, much?
Due to the WORST AIRPORT EVER (aka O'Hare), my flight was delayed and I missed my connecting flight, so I wound up landing in Indy an hour later than I should have, missing the formal, itself. However, we did go and party with a bunch of the brothers. Mostly, they like me. yay. AND, I have my first item with Delta Sig letters on it. Cool.
Now I need to shower so we can grab some lunch Then it's out to Paul's to grab his truck, to Carmel for my meeting at work, and on to Chicago to move my shit.
*sigh*
Good Day:)
