I am back. I survived the weekend from hell. It was MIL's unveiling. For those who do not know what an unveiling is, it is a ritual where one gathers at the cemetery, the Rabbi says a few a words and they unveil the headstone. Then, we gather to eat.
That is the thing about the Jews. It does not matter what it is, but it is always an occasion to eat. That is why I do not belong. I just do not want to eat, or be among those who would eat. Actually, you cater the fucking thing and a bunch of hangers-on, eat your food. It is not like a wedding, bris or bar/bat mitzvah, where gifts are given. At least, in that situation there is a trade of food for some sort of tangible consideration. Not here.
It was a weekend filled with the Outlaws. The extended Outlaws. The good part, I do not have to see them for a long while. Guests from hell is all I can say, but of course, the problem is always somebody else, never them. Make a fucking pig of yourself, and shit on your hosts, but if you should be called on your behavior, the problem is yours and "I" am an innocent victim. Or "we are only here for a short time (not a good time)".
That one is my favorite. On the one hand, that is true, but that does not give you carte blanche to shit on me. On the other hand, you really misread me when you think that I care how long you are here and that justifies me having to eat the shit sandwich being served. Never really put in her place. Fuck. The nieces were fun, at least.
Friday with those people, Saturday more of said same and then Sunday. I need a fucking vacation, long drinking binge, acid trip....I think I need to go to Amsterdam! Fuck it, I am out the door.
Sorry for the bitchfest today, but that family really tries my patience. Self centered fuckers, they are. I am not so bothered by that, it is the fact they cannot acknowledge it in themselves.
Done for today. Ciao!
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