Family Reunion

Last weekend my dad's side of the family gathered in the La Sal mountains near Moab for a weekend of family fun. This weekend is probably going to suck, because Matt and I will be cleaning house to prepare for Katie and Erik's arrival, so I am going to take a moment to reflect on the good times of last weekend.

Some memorable moments from last weekend:

Matt and I arriving to the lodge to find our bed out on the deck, with three drunk women (Caitlin, Regan, Mom) in it.

Matthew, my 13-year-old cousin, yelling "I'm on a boat!" when we were getting in the rowboat on the pond. (Old people, follow the link to get the reference)


Caitlin and I scaring each other with the creepy porcelain doll, then Caitlin accidentally breaking its head off.


Christian (Caitlin's boyfriend) sleep-walking into Kelby, Andy and Matthew's room.

Matt and Regan doing awesome choreographed dance moves to JT's "Like I Love You" while Caitlin and I sang.

Playing Loaded Questions with the fam, and laughing hysterically at everyone's messed up answers.

Caitlin and I driving my dad's truck down to the other cabin, and singing Tiny Dancer.

Taking shots of expensive tequila with my cousins (Regan, Andy, Noah).

Caitlin passing out drunk and curling up under a buffalo skin.



Puking up said tequila then passing out in my clothes.

Waking up from my drunken stupor to hear Caitlin screaming "Brianna!!!!!!!!! Briannnnnaaa!" into the karaoke microphone because she wanted me to sing "Rich Girl" with her.

Matthew putting down the card "Bates Motel" for the category "Cut and Dried" during a game of Apples to Apples (that kid is hilarious).

Kelby, Caitlin, Matt and I trying to convince Christian to climb into the attic (while he was wearing his statue of David underwear).



Kelby and Caitlin and I refusing to smile for a family photo.



...and many more!

Movin' on up, to the east side.

Lately, I've been more focused on the big move than wedding plans. We started packing this weekend, and discovered that we have way too much shit. We're downsizing, and only taking our clothes, kitchen stuff, and other necessities. Furniture is going to various family members, and the DI gets the rest.
We had a going-away barbecue last night, and had a surprisingly great turnout. However, a few moments made me feel like it was a spontaneous Brianna-Roast. My friend Jesse, asked me, "Are you glad you're marrying Matt and not Chris?" (background info, I once dated Chris, who is now one of my best guy pals.)
Also, Chris, Christine, and Ryan thought it would be an opportune moment to share with my siblings some of my not-so-greatest moments, ie: the time I got drunk in Vegas and screamed at them to find me my pug T-shirt, then went to sleep with sweet thoughts of Chris' dad's fictional bacon factory.
Yes, in my drunken state I believed the ridiculous lies they were feeding me about Chris' dad owning a bacon factory in Mesquite, Nevada. The reason I needed to go to bed was because we were taking a tour of the factory in the morning, they said.
Caitlin said she's really disappointed that I'm not like that anymore, because she would have liked to hang out with "drunken college version of Brianna." It's true that I rarely get drunk anymore, but what's not to love about "cola-sipping-crocheting-lives in the real world and can't get drunk on weeknights-Brianna"?
Maybe I should remind her of what happened the last time I drank...

Let's think back to Caitlin's birthday, April 4, 2008. Picture, if you will, a birthday party thrown in her honor. One of her friends calls. He wants to bring a homeless person he just met to her house. Caitlin doesn't want a random stranger in her house. Brianna makes a sign to welcome the stranger.














Caitlin gets mad, and tries to fight Brianna, but ultimately loses, because Brianna is stronger, and put her in a death-grip, leaving Caitlin begging for mercy.







Or at least that's how I remember it.