The massive volume of food and alcohol necessary to entertain this group for three days is impressive, but not as impressive as the solid consistency of the relationships that form and re-form over the years. As usual, my family is the farthest removed from the group both geographically and chronologically. My husband and I were each the youngest in our large families, and our kids are much younger than their cousins. We don’t see them as often as they see each other.
Some years, like this one, the difference is dramatic. My boy’s closest boy cousin is now 15, and I think he grew 14 feet since they last saw each other. I wondered if he would have outgrown his goofy little-kid cousin, but the two of them found a camaraderie bound by horrific video game murders and maximum velocity body tossing in the pool.
Likewise, my girl’s closest cohort is teetering on the brink of adolescence, and could easily have rolled her eyes at this 8 year old appendage that suddenly developed on her shapely young body. But the two girls were virtually inseparable for the duration, choreographing skits and games and adventures that left no room for the intrusion of well meaning yet totally dorky adults.
The older cousins divided their time between humoring the old dogs by teaching us new tricks, revisiting the skits and flips of their youth with the little ones, and stealing off on their own for scenes accompanied by the talk and laughter that cousins are uniquely equipped to compose.
setting the stage: everyone had a cup adorned with their nickname and a representative drawing. mine was "whacquie jacquie" and the drawing was of me
burying a body making a sandcastle
The pool was perpetually filled with small people making like hamsters in a wheel
and surrounded by shiny, happy people. day and night.
there were drinking games
even a byramid!
why do I always forget how fun drinking games can be? If only it was something I could enjoy with my own children. Wait.... well... nevermind about that.
who invited uncle fester?
beerpong is somehow more taxing in the light of day. It was difficult to force myself to participate
here's what it looked like when we tried to go somewhere:
it was worth it, though
there's something about that brown dog... can't put my finger on it...
Oh, did I not mention the wigs?