It was Family Weekend at Chez Wagner.
My cousin Luke arrived from Bangkok Saturday morning. He’d been volunteering in a Bhutanese monestary for the last eighteen months. So his parents flew in from Colorado to greet him. His brother flew in from Chicago, two of his best friends from Los Angeles and Seattle, and with the gathering critical mass, my father and his wife came in from Indianapolis. Of course, Chris, Jen, Ethan and I were already here. So I decided to throw a party.
What began as, “Oh, I’ll just do burgers on the grill” became pretty major pretty quickly. We had three pounds of ground beef, two pounds of turkey burger, one pound of veggie burgers, three big bags of chips, two big bags of salad, a case and a half of beer, eight bottles of wine, and a bottle of Petron (which, I’ll be honest with you, I hid for Abbi and me to drink after everyone left).
I don’t really no where to begin with the party, much beyond the grocery list. I fed twenty people, and barely talked to any of em. But people seemed to have a good time, which I guess is the idea.
Which is kind of how I feel about Family Weekend in general. I’m not really sure what happened, but people seemed to have a good time.