Spending time with my favorite second family - crawfish boil, beer, tacos, ping pong tournaments, siblings siblings siblings everywhere. I feel privileged that I am so deep in the mix.

Newcomers take a lot of time to figure it out; how proud was I that I was having someone constantly whisper into my ear, "who is that, again?"

"Wait, is that a brother of yours?"
"Yes. That's my brother Luke. That's my brother Charlie. Oh, that's another brother, Tom. That's Danielle, my sister. Oh, and Lucy is my sister too."

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Robbie (21 years old) broke the pinanta and then scrambled for the candy on the ground with two three year old girls.

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"John, is there anything I do that doesn't make you mad?"
"Shut the fuck. up. And why isn't this open," he said, shoving his beer at me.
Believe it or not, that is the truest love.




Also, at one point in the evening, I thought: "Damn, how many adults here had to bail me out when I got my MIP?? Can I get a rollcall?"

Answer: Five.