Yesterday, I had the rare treat of going on a mini-road trip with my little brother.
He is little in only the technical sense. (See?)
My husband is in Vegas for the week (THE. WEEK.) for work. I adore my brother, and we don't get to spend enough time together, likely because he is off doing Fun 21-Year-Old Boy Things, like jetting off to Vancouver for no reason, buying aggressively skinny pants, and hanging out with a large number of cool-looking people, while I am...perfecting my cold sesame noodle recipe. Oh! And organizing my bookshelves. I also truly miss my road trips of yore (YES I SAID YORE. I AM BRINGING IT BACK), and so since we had our cousin's wedding in Albany yesterday, we combined the good things -- Reese's peanut butter cup-style! -- and drove there together.
"My alias will b Goose!" he just texted me. Okay, you're Goose. Weirdo.
ANYway. You guys, Goose and I had so much fun. It warms my heart to realize that I genuinely enjoy my brother's company, even though he poses like this on a pretty consistent basis (Note: most pictures stolen from my uncle):
After all, Goose drove there and back, unquestioningly played a rousing game of Aging Hippie, or Actually Thinks He is a Wizard with me at the rest stop, and together, we snickered at the Super Inappropriate Incense. (And we continue to laugh about this now. A full day later.):
The wedding itself was beautiful, and obviously, I cried, because that is what I do at weddings. Other things I do at weddings include slipping on dance floors, and completely unintentionally almost matching my SIL's dress. Look, here I am doing both at the same time! (While beautiful, she is making an odd face here, so I lightly edited the shot for her. I don't even know if you can tell, for that is how good I am. Please inquire via email for my rates:)
(My other brother --who, I guess, we must now call Iceman? -- is on the right.)
...And, uh, I got to -- along with my cousin -- perform an ill-advised rendition of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" during the (BRILLIANT) karaoke portion of the reception. (Can you see the flop sweat? For LO, IT WAS ABUNDANT.)
There is a short and horrifying video of this, by the way, but I fear this ode to family has run long.
So, to sum up:
I love my baby brother (ALSO YOU, ICEMAN, BUT I SEE YOU MORE OFTEN THAN GOOSE YOU ARE BOTH VERY SPECIAL MY GOD).
I can't sing.
I have a great extended family.
My brother probably thinks I am a terrible driver, as evidenced by his refusal to let me drive, in what I initially perceived as kindness, but I now suspect was fear.
And finally, there are Red Bull machines at rest stops (who knew?! I want one for my bedroom.):
And how was your weekend?