Thu 1 Jan 2009
I almost didn’t go…I almost didn’t go to the after-wedding party because I was exhausted and cranky. Our hotel room was next to a bunch of children (related, but still…), the sweater I wore all day was stinky in the pits and I’d spent all this time during the wedding trying not to raise my arms, and quite frankly I was burnt out on family time. I can’t believe I almost didn’t go…I wouldn’t have gotten to know my allusive and often controversial brother-in-law, his crazy awesome new wife who talked my husband into walking around in her heels, and I wouldn’t have had a 2nd hand smoke hangover the next day in my lungs.
Josh called the front desk and asked for a locals hang-out, a place that might have a pool table and beer. We ended up in a classic dive, filled with smoking locals and a smattering of visitors. My new sister-in-law immediately began working the bar in a way only a gal raised in Vegas possibly could. She waved her hands, announced to everyone she just got married, drank shots without using her hands, and generally became the life of the party. At one point I caught a glimpse of a playboy bunny tattoo under her arm and all was revealed. I found her terribly exciting and somehow got equally sucked in:
