Listening to the old family stories and jokes; looking at the old pictures and eating watermelon.
The best part?
It wasn't my family.
I have a a long standing commitment to a work related extra curricular, and yesterday part of my job was to attend another family's reunion.
Obviously I can't say too much, or go into too much detail, but it was a great time. I found out some fantastic information to help with my project and met some absolutely fabulous folks.
And there something about being a relative outsider at what is, very basically, a very insider function. It's not like they sell tickets to those things you know.
I was a very honored guest, and very honored to be that guest.
This is killing me. I hate having this 'secret life' that is incredibly interesting, and I can't (usually) talk about it.
I feel like I am in the CIA or the FBI.
Or maybe the Witness Protection Program.
But I swear you all will be on the mailing list when the book comes out!
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