I’m back, I came home yesterday. We drove from our cabin to my grandfather(who is in a home, temporarily, so that we could go on vacation without worrying about his health) who looked absolutely awful, I felt bad when I saw him. He was so thin, and he wouldn’t stop coughing and I just wanted to cry. Then his girlfriend came around and I love her, she’s so nice. And we talked to her for a bit. Then we went home, well first we went to a pizza place to buy a pizza for dinner. I mean, who wants to cook after a four hour drive? (if we count in our visit it was about six hours from we started until we arrived home).
While we were waiting for our pizza my mother and I walked around outside, the weather was perfect and we sat down and dangled our feet in the water looking at all the boats. We found a cherry tree too, and we ate lots and lots of cherries and my teeth, lips and hands were all red from the juice. I loved it. I wish I had pictures, it was just great.
The wedding was fine, boring, but fine. I left before everyone got drunk though, I left around twelve, with my eight year old cousin. Ha-ha! You would have left too, the music was awful. I wouldn’t survive four more hours with that. (though it was only three according to those who stayed). Plus I didn’t really know anyone. They are all so super nice and cool, and they freak me out. I swear the level of coolness in that side of the family is sky high(then again, they are like 30 cousins! 30 I tell you! Oh and this isn’t my side of the family, but the bride’s other side). I was intimidated. Plus, I didn’t really want to get drunk, and I think most people got drunk and being sober around drunk people isn’t that much fun. I had one glass of wine and it went straight to my head! Not my night at all. So I went home.
