January 24, 2006

In Search of the Truth Behind the Gossip

I’m not a big fan of family get-togethers and reunions.

Truth be told, I’d rather go to the dentist and have a tooth pulled. That’s how iffy I feel about such things. Eons ago, I would’ve gone willingly, but annoying experiences eventually led me to feel that if anybody wants me to attend a family thing, they’d have to drag me kicking and screaming. The last time I saw my relatives in their turf was two years ago. Or maybe three. In any case, nothing in recent years.

It took a nice and juicy morsel of a family secret to drag me back to Staten Island last Saturday.

People were pleasant enough. The usual baby pressure happened to which no sensible comment could be made. A little comment on how I have a waist (weight being a constant topic among them) and how did I manage to do that (clearly they haven’t seen me for quite sometime). I chatted with all them, took pictures, and even invited people to our place sometime in the future.

It was quite a blast watching the Pacquiao-Morales match with all of them. Never saw them in such a state, loud and rambunctious. We ended up staying 12 hours!

Oh, and the secret? Juicy enough, but nothing really shocking in this day and age.

'Twas definitely an interesting visit.

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