Quiet Bar. Deep, soft chairs. We need one of those in Cleveland. I have yet to find a bar in town that I can stand to be in for more than an hour without going mad from the noise and hard-chair-induced sciatica. Speaking of Cleveland, I'm not there. I'm reporting live from Atlanta, GA. My uncle and almost-aunt are getting married, which will effectively render my almost-aunt my aunt. This is good because I'll no longer have to refer to her with a prefix. Every time I come down here, I'm struck by how much I really like Atlanta. Someone remind me why I continue to suffer Cleveland winters instead of just packing up and moving my butt down here. As is generally the case wherever my family's concerned, the situation here is surreal. Seven family members/family-friends-who-are-so-close-they-might-as-well-be-family-members departed the Pittsburgh International Airport last night bound for Atlanta. An aside here: The airport was weird. Very quiet. If you've ever so much as set foot in an airport, you'll know that no one travelling ever even looks at anyone else. Not so this time. Waiting at the gate to board the plane, everyone was clearly just a little on-edge, scanning the faces of their fellow passengers, presumably to assess whether they "looked" like a hijacker. Admittedly, knowing full well that it was stupid and shallow, I did it, too. I'm kind of ashamed of that, but here's admitting it in a public forum in the hopes of purging my sin. In any event, we all boarded the plane wearing matching tshirts. My mother thought it would be a fabulous idea to have tshirts made for the occasion. Navy blue shirts with "Michele and Bill, 9/23/01" printed on them, with little American flags beneath the typesetting. Airline personnel was amused. I tried my best to be good-natured about it and to suppress leftover teenage "my parents are making me wear matching tshirts, omygod, i am like soooo mortified" rage. Flight was lovely, for what I remember of it. As is my habit, I popped back a couple of Dramamine before takeoff and enjoyed a anti-nausea-medication-induced snooze from about the 10,000-feet mark of airspace to the tarmac of the Atlanta airport. Hell yeah. Last night, the 8 of us stayed in Bill and Michele's 2-bedroom house, in varying makeshift sleeping arrangements, while Bill and Michele stayed at a hotel. Tonight, my cousin arrives along with his boyfriend, much to the horror of his conservative Republican parents. Karma for the intolerant. I love it. And besides which, my cousin having a boyfriend will distract from the fact that I don't. Score. Round and round we go. Should be a scream. *big grin*
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