Tomorrow I’m heading to Oregon for a family reunion of sorts. What makes this interesting is that while the rest of the family will actually be reuniting (cause it feels so good), I’ll technically be doing what’s known as ‘meeting’ the family—my Dad’s side of the family that is. And in spite of the strangeness of being introduced to blood relatives (‘Hello! Our genetic make-up is quite similar! Do yo like bacon too?’), I think there are some definite advantages to being an adult when those introductions occur. For instance, no one will call me ‘Kimmy’ simply because that’s what they used to call me when I was seven, and even better, no one will call me ‘Kimmy Gibbler’ because that’s what they used to call me when I was seven and watching Full House on a regular basis. These people don’t have to know that I thought Dave Coulier was hilarious or that I used to crimp my hair. ALL of my hair.
Also adults get to drink beer when they feel awkward.
It should be an interesting couple of days. The only downside I see thus far is that my Dad has said they’re going to pick me up at 7:00am tomorrow morning. Which would be fine if I thought there was the slightest chance they were actually going to pick me up at 7:00. However their track record would indicate that they will actually pick me up closer to 7:45. BUT I’LL STILL HAVE TO BE READY AT 7:00, JUST IN CASE! Are you reading this, father of mine? While I have no doubt you are an excellent engineer, I think its fair to point out that you are not the most punctual of souls. Since you’ve promised to buy me breakfast though, I’m going to try to give you the benefit of the doubt. Godspeed!
So I’m off to spend three days hiking and reading and swimming and also explaining why I don’t have a boyfriend and why I have joined the Peace Corps. In my experience family members are the most interested in discussing those two things, and in that order. I wonder if I will also have to explain why I’m a Democrat? Or perhaps my father’s political views are just as big a mystery to his family as mine are to him?