so, last friday i spent some mccauley time at the coast…
…so today, i’ll teach you a bit about us:
g. netix
by sean ~ September 15th, 2004. Filed under: Uncategorized.
the last week or so has been…um…interesting.
to say the least.
see, due to a bit of unplanned, uncool family-based drama, my dad has been in town. my folks split when i was six, and he and i had, shall we say, a not-so-close relationship. actually, i guess the term “non-existent” would fit a little better.
but in my generation, these things happen.
after my mom passed away (i.e. “died” – not meant as some kind of football term, which i’ve always felt like that sounded like) i decided the old man (don’t be offended, dad) and i needed to mend things. i made the effort, the reception was good, and after several sangritas and abuello’s in amarillo one night, all was well.
and has stayed that way ever since.
last xmas i sat down with my cousin chris. my family has never been a close one (much to my dismay) and it was interesting to sit down with my “adopted” cousin (he’s not REALLY adopted, but since all the males in my generation of my family take after my grandfather (avg height, stocky, dark hair, dark eyes) and he DOESN’T, he looks that way) and i discovered some things i thought were just me…but learned were family traits.
a few things to know about the care and feeding of the males of my family:
hell, we’ll do a six pack – it fits, believe me…
1. we can hold our liquor, and all prefer crown (i’ll tell you a crown story in a sec)
2. we all have short legs (so buying pants is a BITCH!!! ever tried to find something shorter than a 30? inseam? do you know how bad it is when you’re girlfriend is seven inches shorter than you but her legs are four inches longer? actually…that’s kinda nice now that i think about it another way)
3. we are cold folk (i.e. the a/c can never be set TOO low in our homes)
4. we are all sarcastic pricks (although that might just be me and my dad – apparently a lot of our mannerisms are the same as well. i have NEVER seen a resemblance between us, but kramer said he did)
5. we can all eat our weight in dead animals (dad and i proved this at green mesquite last night – kramer and some redheaded sag are our witnesses)
6. we all read astrowhore!!! (well, two of us do…i’ll work on the rest)
the crown story (which shows the love of the canadian crack is hereditary) – when dad was in ‘nam, my grandfather used to ship him crown – but mail workers tended to crack open and drink liquor that was shipped in. to fix that, my grandfather used to buy a fifth of crown, and a pint of crown. he would then open the fifth, then open the pint and top off the fifth all the way to the brim. then he would recap and clean the bottle, and seal it with surgical tape. that not only gave dad an extra shot, but prevented it from gurgling, so mail workers wouldn’t know that liquid was in the box. see…all my family’s pretty bright, too.