Went to a family reunion on Saturday, in lovely Moore, SC. It's a southern family, it's an old family, and it's a HUGE family (I mean there were 700 + people at this thing), so it's interesting. Got to see my darling brother and his wife, who came down from NC, which was the highlight. I hadn't seen them since my birthday in March. Pretty much everyone I saw I hadn't seen since I was 11. I'm 21. After the actual reunion we all (me, my parents, my brother and his wife) had dinner with Uncle Louie and Aunt Sue, their son Justin and his wife Mandy, and Uncle Harry and Aunt Ethel. That was the other highlight. And I came to the conclusion this weekend that just because someone is family doesn't mean they're going to act like family. And that's a sad thing to realise.
Sunday Andrew and I took the motorcycle to Allen's house in Jackson county. Allan works with Andrew, and it was decided that we were going to use his tools so we could rebuild our friend Ron's rear dif on his Chevy truck. And by we I mean this: Andrew did it while Ron and I watched and Allen came over every now and then to help when he wasn't helping his son cut the floor out of a '65 Mustang. We sat in a hot metal building all day, next to an old Charger drag car, smoking cigarettes, drinking sweet tea, having a ball, getting dirty, while one of Allen's 3 horses wandered around the front yard among all the old cars. We were about two miles away from Winder, and the house is off a dirt road. God, I love the South. Maybe next time I'll get some pictures.
Yeah, sorry for no pictures this time. And sorry if the post is boring, but this is part of my life. I never guaranteed excitement.
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