This past weekend, I went with my Grandmother and my brother, Jay, to my cousin's wedding in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It was a pretty long weekend with a lot of driving and travel. The weather wasn't quite optimal, especially considering all my packed dress clothes were sleeveless. But– it was an absolute great time with wonderful visits with family, story swappage and another solid opportunity to dance to Outkast's "Heya".
One of my favorite moments was when a drunk guy at the reception seemed to take a particular liking to my ninety-one year old Grandmother. He talked to her for quite some time and kissed her hand a couple of times as well as her forehead. He kept telling her how great she looks (which she does– she certainly does not look or act like 91) and how amazing she is (which she certainly is).
"Is that guy hitting on Grandma?!?" I asked Jay.
"I think so!" He said.
The next morning as I was driving to the airport, Grandma brought that incident up.
"[That man]," she asked, "Is he mentally retarded?"
I found it hard to not laugh as I explained he was just drunk. I'm guessing it has been a while since my grandmother has encountered someone that intoxicated…. though Uncle Mark at Adam's wedding was pretty darn close.
Anyway, my pictures from my trip to Milwaukee are available on my website.