Meet my family…well at least part of it…my sister Lindsey, Jessica, Jamie (along with her newly wedded husband Cody), and Caitlin. In the last couple years, Christmas has grown by 3 with Lindsey, Jessica, and Jamie getting married. On behalf of Jacob (the other male Pereira cousin at Christmas) and myself, I would like to thank Reuben, Adam and Cody for sucking a bit of estrogen out of the room this year. Tattoos, New Castle, whiskey and cigars will forever be a Thanksgiving/Christmas institution. Oh, and Cody, your only initiation into our Texas clan is that you must design our sleeves. Thanks in advance.
I found myself not knowing what table to sit at for Christmas dinner. For the longest time I sat at the “grown up” table, initially because I could, and then because of habit. Now I think I should probably get my licks in before the kids table becomes the couples table. At that point (probably 2011) it will be Jacob, the dogs and me on the back patio. It’s already foregone conclusion that Grandma Una will not be receiving her first great grandchild from her oldest grandchild. Jessica, you ready? A few months back she called me and asked why I was being too picky with girls and that she was worried about me. “Be nice to them!” she says. In her eyes, Jacob now holds the the golden ticket to carry on the Pereira name.
I figure we have a few more years for before we are joined by a second generations of cousin/nephews/neices so we might as well enjoy it. This year the house was a smorgasbord of micro brews, Call of Duty, and Mario Cart. This is no lie…my mom is without question better at Guitar Hero than me. Last year, we had a family wide tournament and my skills were left naked for all the world to see. I was stuck in the losers bracket with my two aunts that touch a video game controller once a decade. I’m also the worst at Mario Cart amongst all cousins except when I get that bullet thing…then, well then, I rule the world.
Being the HCIC (head cousin in charge) doesn’t carry near the clout as it once did, but the holidays sure do prove to be more enjoyable. I’m pretty sure we put a hole in the floor at Jamie’s wedding reception when Paper Planes started playing. You must be able to dance…doesn’t matter if you’re good or not…you just must be able to get out there and dance…oh and Jacob, nice windmill…
