The Dayton Chronicles....Part 6?, I have lost count

I am back. I think I left off with us rushing to synagogue for pictures before a service and dinner. We arrive in the synagogue and hit the sanctuary for pictures, when the first person I spy is the Wife's aunt. She of the one with broken arm as she pats herself on the back for a job well done (well,.....done. Actually, a job she THINKS she has done, but serves to really help nobody but herself, thus allowing her to feed her own enormous ego. Of course, the ego is full of shit but she cannot and will not see that, and nobody will break that news to her. Then again, if they did, she would not speak to them anymore as she will not have anybody pointing out the fact that the Emperess is wearing no clothes. That is a visual I can do without, by the way, and I will get to that one later).

I saw her and my skin started to crawl. Weeks before she was trying to worm her way into having us drive her to Dayton. I did the drive, all 8 hours, with the Outlaws, ONCE. The Wife went with them, and the Lad, another 3 times over the summers, but I begged off each time. I can barely tolerate being in the same general vicinity as this woman, I could not handle time in a car with her. Besides, we have a small car, and barely had enough room for the 3 of us in terms of travel space.

Pictures get done, but we are waiting for my brother in law (BIL) to arrive. It is not as if he was unaware of the time, he just did not listen (that is a family trait along with not being able or wanting to observe). He finally arrives with his lady friend, who happens to be one of his sister's (The Wife's sister) best friends. They came down together but were staying in separate rooms. (That is a story for another day).

Anyway, pictures get done and it is time for a bit of a service. I get into it and it is done. It is time to eat. I see the aunt (Let us refer to her as "M") and she is sitting at a table with the Wife's other aunt and uncle (MIL's sister, M is FIL's baby sister whose husband, a vacuous windbag, did not come to the bar mitzvah, nor did he visit MIL while she was in the hospital or FIL in the home.....jackass). I cringe, but we end up finding another table. The Lad goes to sit and play with his cousin and his friends, which was cool.

I get up for a second and what do I find? M is sitting at our table. It was like a cold wind rushing on my neck. I suck it back and we eat. The funny thing is that they serve some white wine, but then never return with it again. They were also really slow in filling the water. I look over at the table next to us and they have like 2 bottles of white and a bottle of red wine on their table. What the fuck is up with that?

The courses start to arrive. There was the greasy and flavorless Israeli salad (tomatoe and cucumber chopped), the matza ball soup, which was fucking cold and disgusting, and then crappy roast beef, chicken, roasted potatoes (why mine was blackening and served, I will never know. the fucking potato had been allowed to oxidize and it was still cooked and served. It was awful.) and over-cooked green beans. The chocolate cake for dessert was actually pretty good, though.

We got done dinner and the Wife informed me that she was going to go to WalMart. I told her, since we would not have time for breakfast, to pick up some orange juice, bananas and cinnamon buns. At least, it would be something along with the coffee in the room. She goes, with M, brother and lady. The Lad and I hit the bar for him to play some video games and me to drink.

That was fun. I was drinking a Blue Moon, a wheat beer served with an orange wedge as garnish. I gave the beer soaked orange to the Lad along with a sip. It was fun. We then went up to the room and waited for the Wife to return and listen for her cousins, one coming from New York and the other coming from LA with her husband and two kids (they were delayed in Dallas, we heard at dinner).

That is all for now! I tell you, it gets funnier, in a sad way but keep in mind the tone of this will get nasty and the subject of the nastiness is M. Ciao!