The beach reunion always means there are pranks, laughter and loads of fun. We’ve been having a reunion at the beach for the entire twenty-three years I’ve been married into this family, and we haven’t missed a single occasion because…well…we’re not dead yet. And if our kids thought we might not go they’d plot to end our lives or else. Anyway…each family has a night to cook their own meal for the whole gang. Somewhere along the line when the little children were fun and not hard to manage, we included activities for all as part of the evening event. Monday night Craig’s sister Amy and John fed everyone greek food and as entertainment their youngest, Gracie, wanted to teach the ladies a dance circling the table. She was precious and it was fun to follow her. But the ladies pointed our fingers at the men and said, “you have to come up with you own thing next.”
So the men did a conga line right out of the room and down the stairs. Great. They left! And then!….they returned armed with squirt guns, and they ambushed us all relentlessly. Well. I know when I asked Andi to buy the squirt guns at home I bought enough for EVERYONE. So Mary and I quickly filled the remaining guns with ammunition and made it all fair in love and war. The men complained later that I caused a revolution and I said, “we believe in the right to defend ourselves”. Then Jack quipped quickly and succinctly, “not if Obama stays president. ” (that’s our boy!)
We had a riotous water gun fight in the house. Unbelievable that we all got away with it. At the end of this event when we were gasping for air from laughing so hard, Grandma (Craig’s mom) stood on a chair and pointed her finger at everyone and said, “I am very disappointed in all of you for doing this in the house.” She was “playing along” because she had as much fun as anyone. The men had some of the ladies trapped in the pantry screaming until we delivered their weapons. Grandma and Aunt Mary Lou were hiding under sofa cushions. It was entirely TOO MUCH FUN.
Tonight…Dave and Barb served lasagna and we were instructed to go to the beach. They tied red balloons around team one’s ankles and white balloons around team twos ankles. The object of the game was to stomp out the other team’s balloons without using hands. All I can say is this is a game we will play when I go to Uganda. I even want to get the friends in the village to play! I think it is a fun silly way to play together.
Tomorrow is our night to cook and entertain. We are from Texas. Do I need to say more? We are serving beef from the grill. We all have our cowboys boots, bandanas to share with all and though our weapons have already been revealed and distributed i am thinking we should have a duel on the beach…back to back take ten paces out, turn and shoot to kill..or at least douse. Donny is planning to teach line dancing to country music and the pickup truck is here. We are going to line it with a tarp, fill it with water, and for desert throw all the kids in the back of it and take them out for ice cream. And everyone has to learn to say “y’all” correctly. Jordan wants to have a watermelon spitting contest. That’s so southern, don’t you think? I personally am coming upon the time in my life when I’ve lived in the south longer than I ever lived in the north. Do I qualify as a true southerner then? I think do.