My baby brother got married this weekend sob. The wedding was beautiful, the reception was kick-ass (my best friend from NYC came for it and said it was the best reception he’d ever been to), and I sang in the ceremony and didn’t pass out. Everyone looked beautiful and my cousin did an amazing job with the wedding planning. It was the family wedding of 2003.
Enter the Country Cousins (this doesn’t reference their behavior, just their location - they all live in the country). My mother’s older sister, her two grown children, their spouses, and two sons - one in his twenties and one who’s seventeen. They live about two hours north of us so we see them every couple of months or so. However, I haven’t seen any of them since I moved back to VA, so I definitely wanted to say hello to them, and since they have yet to meet my SO, I wanted to introduce him.
Well, as the sister of the groom and dealing with TONS of people there, I didn’t get a chance until about an hour after the reception had begun (there was no receiving line). I look at their table. They’re all just sitting there. Not talking. Not even talking to each other. Eating from the buffet. But not talking. And they all have stone-faces. Why did my stomach just burst into flames?
Taking a deep breath, I walk over to them with my boyfriend. I smile, extend greetings, and attempt to hug them. None of this seems to go over well as it apparently takes more effort than they want to put out to smile back, greet me back, or hug me back. I step back, the flames in my stomach beginning to crawl up my throat and nasal passages. I point to the SO, and say “This is Boyfriend.” and point to each of my relatives in turn. Bear in mind, every introduction that he got to the folks on my dad’s side of the family and most everyone on my mom’s side of the family has ended with a firm handshake from the men and a hug from the women (we’re a very huggy family). So he attempts to shake hands with my male cousin. No go. I’m noticing a trend here. Complete and utter rudeness. The two who were the least rude were the twenty-three year old and the sixteen-year-old, for hell’s sake! They were polite and spoke to us.
So, as quickly as I could, I pulled the two of us out of there and we went back to the more cheerful family. I made a comment about sticks and asses to SO and decided that an effort was more than satisfied and I’d stick to the happier people in the family from now on.
I don’t think there was a row or a fight before the wedding. As far as I know, my mother had just spoken with the Country Cousins the day before, things should have been peachy-keen. However, they get like this. They refuse to have fun and they can be as rude as hell.
To my cousins:
Fuck you. This was my brother’s day and his new wife’s day, and you did your best to act like total pricks. Thank the stars you stayed in one place and didn’t attempt to infect everyone else with your negativity. Is it so much to ask that you actually attempt to SMILE at a family gathering that isn’t about you? And you know what? I know you complained to my mother that I was rude to you. Yes, I was so rude to you because I introduced you to my boyfriend and then left because I don’t like speaking to brick walls. Fuck off. And if this is the way that you want to act, then don’t expect to be invited to my wedding. I won’t put up with it. You didn’t even make an effort to go over and congratulate the bride and groom. If you were going to be such sticks-in-the-mud, you should have stayed home. Did you notice all of those people standing up and doing strange movements? That’s called dancing. And the ones who were opening their mouths and had sound coming from them, that’s called ‘talking’. Both are enjoyable activities. I can understand not wanting to dance, but I’ve seen you dance at other family events, and I know that you still have full control of your vocal chords. EVERYONE who knew you (and that includes nearly everyone in my dad’s side of the family) tried to draw you into the festivities, but you refused. If you want to be miserable, then STAY HOME. My mom had enough stress last week. You just added to it because now she’s worried that she’s done something to insult you. And I don’t think you could have looked more unhappy had a copperhead made it’s way up your bunghole and nested in your large intestine. Jackasses.
Ava