TB’s cousin was married on Friday night bringing together three of his siblings and their respective plus ones. As far as in-laws go, they’re pretty okay. But it’s the plus ones are who I look forward to seeing. And giggling and gossiping like school girls in the corner is where you’ll see us.
Technically, there are five of us: one wife of 15 years, a husband of five years, a boyfriend of eight years, a husband of nine months, and me. However, Wife+15 left after dinner (she’s awesome, but without a doubt her husband’s infidelities will soon require renaming her Ex-Wife #1) and we’ve yet to meet Husband+9mo, so as usual, it was just Husband+5, Boyfriend+8, and me. My Brethren.
I look forward to TB’s family events because of them. TB’s family isn’t any more or less crazy or functional than any other, but to have comrades with which to hide in the corner during holidays, life events, and the thankfully infrequent loathsome occasions like first birthday parties is truly invaluable. Besides, where there is drama, passive-aggression, in-fighting, and caddishness in the family that brings us together, there is none of that to be found in the brethren.
Last, and contrary to anything I’ve ever known, the spirits are always free flowing at family events. Oh Shiraz and Malbec, you brilliant rainmakers of patience.
Booze and brethren. That’s all you need to survive in-laws.
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