Family Fun Time

It’s always a pleasure going to my sister's house in Laguna. I can always expect drama, beer, and pot. So I go to my sister's and let myself in and raid her refrigerator, like I always do, and smoking a bowl of my brother in-law’s sweet Laguna weed, relaxing after a three week graphic design frenzy, minding my own goddamn business, and the happy newlyweds come home. Everything seems to be normal, well as normal as things get, and then my sister storms in- slams her bedroom door, which is followed by about 30 minutes of, bangs and slammed doors. Then she comes out and says that they are getting a divorce. I’m always forced into these really awkward moments with my sister. It’s always a crazy hit-or-miss at sista’s place. Apparently, he told her he just married her for show and for a $50,000.00 pay increase at work (his dad owns the company). So using my judgment, I assume that he did not say this or that if he did, she was driving him to a point of insanity. I’m talking to my sister in the bathroom, and I guess she is at a point in her life where she is trying to make sense of everything, life, love, god. “What the fuck are we doing here? What’s the point of it all? There’s not even a God. I don’t understand.” And you know what, I don’t understand either, but I’m not getting hysterical over it. My sister and I have come to some of the same conclusions though, considering our upbringing, it is interesting.

So they both are now using the D word. So I brought them together and asked them both if they wanted a divorce, and they both said no and made up. I am a regular mother Teresa. So then two of their friends came over and we played Texas Holdem, smoked a fucking a joint and called it night, gotta love that OC. Gotta love family fun time.