It does not make up for the fact that your mother won't stop criticizing your hair or that your sister-in-law actually expects everyone to dress alike for family pictures, but you'd be a fool to even attempt a family reunion of this magnitude without a few well-chosen accessories. And I am not just talking about vodka.
Thank god for the babies; they make everyone else seem cuter too, no matter what is going on with their hair. My point is, there is nothing better than a day spent building sand castles with a couple of two-year olds. Unless it is a martini and a crazy straw.
There are 24 of us, or possibly 32. We may have picked up a few stragglers at the pool. We have taken over a once-beautiful hotel on Florida's Gulf Coast and stripped it of dry towels in a matter of hours.
My crazy sister-in-law #1 has thought of almost everything, laying in a pile of supplies that would outfit a small platoon. Of alcoholics. Except I am pretty sure the teenagers have eaten most of the food already and the red wine is getting a little low.
Probably she will even show up at my door tomorrow morning with the Sunday New York Times. That would be perfect. I bet she could find one at one of those convenience stores across the street. 9ish?
from the family reunion archives: We the Family