Originally Posted: August 13, 2007
Things started just like very other family reunion. The family started out being all weird. It started at the restaurant I went to on Thursday night when I arrived. It was a nice fancy restaurant. It was kind of out of place for the town of Glenns Fairy ID. There's only 1,500 people there. It's a winery place though. And for some reason wine is associated with high class. Hence the restaurant. There is no way the people in this town can support the restaurant. It's my guess that this place is only open on weekeds and holidays when campers flock to area for some reason.
Now to the point. Right after I explain this one thing. I should have said all this earlier, but I'm a crappy writer and it didnt occur to me to fill you in on this stuff earlier. If I wasn't lazy I'd just redo this and add it into the first. But I'm lazy. This town, Glenns Fairy, is right on the Oregon trail and right next to the Snake River. I guess they crossed the river right there. And every year they do this little reenactment of the river crossing.
Actually I probably didn't need to tell you that. Maybe it will come in handy later. Let's see how this goes. But for the restaurant story, it's not needed.
Anyways, this is a very small restaurant. There is only about 10 tables. Seven of the tables were full the night we went. There was eight of us. That place was packed. The service wasn't the greatest. But when a place that is normally slow is packed that is to be expected. At least I expect it. Appearantly the rest of my family doesn't. For starters this was a fancy restaurant. Those places are already slow.
Nevermind, the restarutant story is boring. I'll just give you the basics of the story. This lady was already having a nervous breakdown. Her service wasn't even that poor. I was just below average. My family riduculed and gave her crap the whole time we were there. Even when I was obvious that she had been crying in the back.
The next day we went to this sand dune. Notice I didn't say dunes. All it was was a single dune. We drove an hour from our camping spot for one dune. All because my foolish uncle had convinced everyone that you could sled down it. Well guess what? You can't. The only positive out of this journey is that I was able to impress everyone with my running up sand dune abilities. It wasn't enough that we couldn't sled down the thing. Everyone then proceeded to make excuses as to why we couldn't slide down it. There is no excuse. The only way this was going to work was if this thing was an ice dune.
Later that day they had this parade for the river crossing tomorrow. Worst parade ever. No floats or anything. Here is the parade. Two cop cars, two guys on horses carrying flags, horse and wagon, 3 more guys on horses, horse and wagon, horse and wagon, one girl on horse, horse and wagon, one van that slipped in, and two cop cars to end the thing. That's it. It lasted like three minutes. My family thought it was so cool.
Then everyone went to bed at 10. I had nothing to do. I ended up sitting in my car watching Eureka on my ipod. I had to sit in my car, 'cause my pod needed charged.
The next morning was the crossing. We got front row seats for that. Sure we had to get there an hour early, but from what the random old guy sitting next to me said, this was going to rock. Four or five wagons crossing, indians chasing them and people waiting down the river in boats just in case a horse or somebody got away.
That isn't what we got though. One wagon crossing and that's it. No indians. Nothing. I'd tell you how dissapointed I was, but I think the old guy summed it up best when he said, "That's it? What the hell was that?"
I found out later that some guy or a team of horses or maybe both died last year, so they toned the crossing down this year. Still that thing was pretty lame, or so I thought. My family thought it was awesome.
Just as I was thinking that my family was so weird and not normal I saw it. I had to walk past this kids that were at this other family renuion across the way. They were arguing over something. So like every other good American I stopped to watch. Someting was said about disrespecting grandma. Then a coupld of punches were thrown. Then few more punches. They started wrestling on the ground for a bit. They both got up and it appeared as if it was over. Just then this older guy came running up and shoved one of the kids on the ground. A little skirmish ensued. Then some more people ran over and were able to break up the fight. The shouting match started. A handful of explitives were thrown around. From what I was able to gather, the fight started because one of the kids said grandman talks to much and the other kid took offense to that. For some reason one of the original fighters took his shirt off during the shouting match. I thought this thing had turned into a take your shirt off contest. I thought about joining for awhile. During this whole thing people kept coming over from other camps telling these people to shut up.
Things finally started to die down. I thought this was all over. Our family even thought about starting our own fight and out doing them.
I bit later I was on my way back over the bathroom. I passed these two little girls on my way. They were bickering over something. Childish bickering I thought. I was walking back from the bathroom. The bickering had escalated. One of the little girls had the other one by the hair and was rubbing her face in the grass. I heard someone scream one of the little girls names. Then some came running over and grabbed one of them. That's when the child smacking started.
That family was screwed up and this whole thing was very boring. I appologize. It's just that I'm going to Disneyland later this week and I don't care. Plus I'm going to miss the killer party while I'm in Disneyland, so I'm dissapointed about that. So you're stuck with this crap.
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