The Wedding Drinker

I have ten brothers and sisters, of that I am sure. What I am a little cloudy on is how many nieces and nephews I have. I have tried to add them up in my head on more than one occasion, and each time the number comes out different, so I will give a ball park figure of twenty. Twenty nieces and nephews. Add on to that the fact that they are now reproducing, and you can see why I am often in a fog when it comes to family matters.

This month I am attending the wedding of one of my nieces, and although she lives in Florida, I have to schlep all the way up to Chicago for this one. I guess I should be thankful she didn't have it back in January. This wedding is another in a long line of weddings I have attended over the last forty plus years, and will add another layer to the confusion I have as to who got married when, and where. In my mind they have all blended into one jumbled pile of churches, wedding chapels, and reception halls. I do have some clearer memories of the ones I attended in more recent times. That's mostly because I slowed way down on the marijuana and vodka as I got older. This time I don't plan on drinking hardly at all, and I may even take some photos. That's another strange thing, I have very few photos of any weddings that I have gone to, and I think it's because I was too busy drinking at the time. I'm sure if I ask around, my sisters all have pictures of me at their weddings with bloodshot eyes, and a drink in my hand.