So here we are all held up at the Winder ranch in south Missouri. We have my mom and dad, grandma and grandpa, my family, my sister and her family, my brother and his wife, and my little brother Matt who escapes the madness each night and retires in style in his new home on the other side of town.
Usually we play games, sacrifice ourselves to the junk-food gods, and otherwise step all over each other for a couple four days and have a good ol’ time, but last night somehing interesting happened…We went to my little brothers new digs and can I just say I am a little resentful that my parents basicly: bought him a house, gutted it, refurnished and painted it, and then decorated it with a style even the coolest hipster would settle for. When I was his age, I had an apartment furnished with all the finer things I could purchase from local garage sales. But I guess he’s not the baby for nothing, did I mention he’s the only one who sill gets Christmas presents from them, hmmm. No hard feelings though, it’s all good. (Dad if your reading this you should be wiping tears from your eyes right now, we’ll take that Hawaiian vacation in the spring)
Anyway, my brother has this game, it’s called Rock Band, and I have to say that playing it was the highlight of my night, of course I only sang, but I really felt like, standing there in his living room, singing, “White Wedding”, by Billy Idol, that I had found myself, that my purpose in life was coming to fruition, that I was meant for this. I am really not sure where it will take me, if I can make a living on it or even if I can find an appropriate medium other than my own living room with which to express my craft, but I do know that we will be purchasing this game, and it will happen soon. I haven’t let my husband in on the plan but I am sure he will go along with my desires 100%, he’s artsy like that.
So tonight will be the first annual sibling party at Matt’s pad. We are leaving the kids at Grandma and Grandpa’s after dinner and heading over to the Bolivar metro-sexual geek chic crib for some good times. This is new for us, we may be coming home more often..