No, that’s not a picture of my grandma’s funeral. We didn’t take pictures because that’s not how we roll. Pictures at funerals bug me, but that’s for my therapist and not this blog, I suppose.

I had a good time at my grandmother’s funeral. Well, okay. The funeral itself wasn’t fun, but getting together with family members is fun. The very threat that I could blog anything anyone said to me perhaps kept people in line and everyone was nice to me, even that uncle I can’t stand.

The uncle I really like (We’ll call him UJ) was there, which made things a heck of a lot more tolerable. I got to spend a too-short amount of time hanging out with him where we could just chill and be ourselves and yammer on about the things we yammer on about. Then there was hanging with family time, which was actually pretty nice. I got to talk to a cousin I haven’t seen in years, and I got to hang out with my favorite cousin (We’ll call her AC for AwesomeChick).

After that, AC  and my UJ and AC’s friend and Mr. Ivy and I went and chilled at a restaurant and then hung out in my UJ’s hotel room. This was awesome because the aforementioned favorite uncle and the favorite cousin have never really gotten a chance to get to know each other.

So, it was really cool. Catching up on old friendships, bringing together new friendships. I love it, man. I’ve always been sort of split by “I hate family” and “I love family”, but the real truth is that I love my awesome family members. The rest of them, well, whatever.