Is It Time For A Break Yet?

This past week was a whirlwind of events. For the most part, everything was family oriented and two opposite ends of the spectrum: the start of a new life and the end of another. Wednesday, I attend my Grandfather's funeral in Brandon. It was depressing and anomalous for our family. Nobody really knew what to say to each other. My Grandmother was especially offbeat, meaning she didn't seem to grieve at all. She didn't even sit up front at the funeral home. I don't think its hit her yet at all. She didn't cry once. Its quite the disarray.

So next, I have to move to Burlington. Its astonishing how it all went down, or up I should say. I had to work all day last thursday and then somehow move in after. This required the bovine character of my mother who was happy to drive a ton of my shit up just as I left work. Apparently my sister and her boyfriend Jess helped her get my mattress, desk, trunk and assortment of other awakward objects into the back of my Dad's pick-up truck. I can't believe my sister actually did something charitable for once. The move was smooth once my mom arrived with everything. My roommate Mike was really cool and helped me carry nearly everything up. So the first night was weird. I was sleeping in a place that I could call my own home and it wasn't in Rutland. So weird.

So friday, I got up early and set-up a bank account at the Opportunities Credit Union on North Aven. I get free checks, debit card and the opportunity to be a member of a financial cooperative. But thats actually boring, so I'll move on. So then I go home to Rutland (so soon!) and get ready for my cousin's wedding in Mystic, CT. The night was dull at home. I sat around, pet Sizzle and tried to finish reading 1984.

I wake up Saturday at an astonishingly reasonable time of 7:30 AM and begin to pack into the family car to hit the road. It was a shitty ride. What can I say. Who enjoys being packed into an internal-combustion vehicle with three of closest family members? To be completely honest, the party that night in Mystic Harbor was way better than the actualy wedding ceremony the following day. I got super drunk and the best part about it was the open bar. The worst part was the clam bake, so I had the innovative vegetarian meal of bread, coleslaw, carrots and tons of beer. The cruise in Mystic Harbor before the clam bake was really cool though. Great sunset on the open sea. Oh and when I mean clam bake, I didn't mean that my whole family toked up. But that would be pretty cool.

So the wedding ceremony the next day was gnarly as fuck. Actually it fucking sucked. I really didn't enjoy hearing the pastor say that marriage was created by God. As far as I knew, it was a social institution created by people and legitimized through the state. Weddings can be religious, but they weren't invented by God. Oh well, they can believe whatever they want. The ceremony took place right in front of the water in ninety degree weather. I was drenched in sweat and maybe piss. However, my own Gods relinquished my spirit with another joyess open bar full of tastey ale and gin. Later on the reception moved inside to air-conditioning, where I was treated to a portabello mushroom burger and champagne. I even got my dancing shoes on! You should've seen me!

So now I'm back in Burlington and to be completely honest, there is never a break. Now its time to go back to work and get the gays in the county fairs around the state. It should all be an interesting experience. Now lets just see if I can learn how to grocery shop in time for...

MY BELLY!