The flight out went off without a hitch, we got picked up by my aunt and my cousin. We had Chinese food that was lackluster, but at least tasted like Chinese food on our way in to see my sister and pick up her car to borrow for the weekend. I got to watch the family debate how to pull down a sycamore tree that was slowly falling into the river behind their backyard and the pier attached to their property. Their backyard is right on the river and they share the pier with their neighbors, which seems ideal. So many big trees, which Ghost loved a lot.
Saturday itself went off pretty much without a hitch, lots of flower girls throwing flower petals at people and kids chasing each other around, but no fighting or inappropriate questions from Dad, who of course went with the "right to remain silent" on the letter I sent him. The wedding ceremony was quiet and heart-felt, and the reception was about 50 people's worth of potluck dinner in a great big backyard. (We brought pie from Perkins.)
Sunday we visited Gramma and went up the hill to see Dad and my step mom, who were civil but distant and saw my niece, who apparently did not know that I am her mother's sibling? Wups.
The return flight was supposed to be from 7:40 to 9:30, but wound up being from 9:10 to almost 11pm, so it was almost midnight before we got out of DFW airport. When we got home after picking up our car from long term parking, Sage had decided to hide somewhere for about ten minutes and give me a heart attack. He did eventually come meowing up to Ghost like nothing was wrong, because he's a little shit, so the last four hours of the trip were the second worst part of the trip.
The worst part of the trip was when one of my cousins came out to me as trans and said that, having seen the way the family treated me and ignored my pronouns completely, that they were never coming out to the family. And I can't blame them at all. Ghost was the only one who bothered correcting himself the single time he forgot.
It was, other than that, a decent trip.
Have a song - https://youtu.be/f-Msede1guE Deb Talan - Comfort
Saturday itself went off pretty much without a hitch, lots of flower girls throwing flower petals at people and kids chasing each other around, but no fighting or inappropriate questions from Dad, who of course went with the "right to remain silent" on the letter I sent him. The wedding ceremony was quiet and heart-felt, and the reception was about 50 people's worth of potluck dinner in a great big backyard. (We brought pie from Perkins.)
Sunday we visited Gramma and went up the hill to see Dad and my step mom, who were civil but distant and saw my niece, who apparently did not know that I am her mother's sibling? Wups.
The return flight was supposed to be from 7:40 to 9:30, but wound up being from 9:10 to almost 11pm, so it was almost midnight before we got out of DFW airport. When we got home after picking up our car from long term parking, Sage had decided to hide somewhere for about ten minutes and give me a heart attack. He did eventually come meowing up to Ghost like nothing was wrong, because he's a little shit, so the last four hours of the trip were the second worst part of the trip.
The worst part of the trip was when one of my cousins came out to me as trans and said that, having seen the way the family treated me and ignored my pronouns completely, that they were never coming out to the family. And I can't blame them at all. Ghost was the only one who bothered correcting himself the single time he forgot.
It was, other than that, a decent trip.
Have a song - https://youtu.be/f-Msede1guE Deb Talan - Comfort