Family Follies

It's holiday time, which means lots of time with family and, naturally, lots of laughs (especially if you're related to the sort of people I'm related to).  Two of my favorites so far:

On Saturday night, Jeffrey and I attended the wedding of my cousin, Jay Tindol.  The wedding took place at the Chapel on the Hill at ACU, and everything was beautiful.  The groom's brother (another one of my cousins, Tyson) was the best man.  Tyson is about six feet, five inches and probably still growing.  I'm sure they had a time finding a pair of tuxedo pants in size 32 x 44. 

My dad performed the ceremony and did a really wonderful job, but unfortunately his performance was overshadowed when Tyson began to weave back and forth on his feet during the ceremony.  Luckily, the groomsman behind him noticed the unsteadiness, so by the time Tyson actually fainted, the groomsman had a firm hold on both his arms from behind.

The good news was that the groomsmen were safe from the awful fate that dominoes endure when lined up in a row and one domino tips over.  The bad news was that tough the "catcher groomsman" had a good hold on Tyson's arms, he couldn't really move the NBA-sized unconscious boy anywhere, so they just stood there for 5 uncomfortable seconds looking like a poorly-drawn teepee while the audience awkwardly giggled.

Finally, another groomsman stepped up and grabbed Tyson's top half, and at the same time Jay (the groom) scooped up Tyson's legs and the three of them carried Tyson down the stairs and to the floor in front of the first row.  By this time, Tyson had begun to regain consciousness.  Minutes later, the crowd clapped for him as he jumped (in one long-legged bound) back to the stage and his place to the groom's right just in time for the recessional.

After the wedding, Jeffrey and I drove over to Sharon Allen's BBQ to eat dinner with Jeffrey's mom's side of the family.  At one point, Jeffrey got up to use the restroom, and (monkey see, monkey do) his brother Tommy soon followed.  When Jeffrey got back he wondered aloud, "I hope Tom remembered to lock the door to the bathroom...it's just a one room/one toilet situation over there."

No sooner had he uttered this when Tom came back.  Darren asked Tom if he had remembered to lock the door.

He responded (without a hint of embarrassment), "No, but somebody came in and then locked it for me."

What a holiday surprise for that poor, poor patron!

Written by Lauren