The Dayton Chronicles....Part 7, I recounted!

I am back. It is back to our show. Since the time has passed, I may forget those delicious details.

The day began, Saturday, waking up from another sweat soaked sleep. I had to shower and shave and there was no time for breakfast. That was why I asked the Wife to pick up some bananas, orange juice and cinnamon buns while she went to the big ass WalMart. She did. So, we all got ready and ate that crap. We hit the road for the ride across town to get back to the synagogue.

It was all very nice and very sad without the Outlaws there. Again, you can read that as without MIL, as FIL would have just been a royal pain in the ass, but that is normal. Anyway, after the service there was a lunch. It was crappy cold cuts and some salads, though the salads really ran out before everybody could really eat.

The fun began with the choice of tables again. M was like a fucking presence, as usual. She would put her purse on other people's places and was shocked that her purse was getting moved around. I had the good fortune of having to sit beside her. She did not really try to engage me in conversation. That was good, but I am not sure if she read me correctly or not.

We get done and head back to the hotel. The plan was to hang by the pool with the kids. That is where MIL's absence was most palpable. It was fun, yet sad. The kids went swimming and had a grand ole time. Later in the afternoon, the Lad went back with his cousin and my sister in law to their place. We would meet him at the night party.

That left the Wife, her lovely cousin, aunt, uncle, brother in law (husband of the Wife's sister), my oldest neice (20 years old and a sophomore at the University of Indiana) and her friend going to the bar. I joined them. We were having afternoon cocktails, how lovely. We drank and then my brother in law gave me his credit card to buy some alcohol for this kids party. There were not going to be many adults there, but I NEEDED the drink.

We go to rest up beforehand. At about 6, we are taking the Wife's cousin, she was in from New York for this, to the booze store and party. We are outside and like a presence or somebody who is listening at the door, waiting for people to happen by (like a fucking LOSER), M appears at her door.

She talks to the Wife and shows her what she bought at the the mall. Of course, she went to the mall with my brother in law and his lady friend as their constant third wheel. I am sure she wedged right between the two of them. Ewwwww!

As she does her "twirl", the door to her room shuts behind her. This twit of woman has locked herself out of her room. I am stifling the laughter the best that I can. She is dumbfounded (the emphasis on dumb). Then she asks what she should do. The purpose of the question, in a passive-aggressive style, was to see if she could get somebody to feel sorry for her and rescue her.

Fuck you, I say. Take your ass down to the front desk and get another key card, you dumb fucking cunt! The Lad would say she is "evil" but she is far too stupid to be evil. We go down to the lobby with her and then split. I laugh my ass off on the way to the car, in the car and on the way to the liquor store.

I will continue with this, as it gets better, later. I have to run. Ciao!