This past Saturday was my dad’s wedding to his fiancée, Carol in Santee State Park. I was still sick and after coughing most of the night, I woke up early and drove to Santee. When I got there I called my dad and he did not pick up, so I parked and waited for him to call me back, so I would know which cabin they were in. I waited about 30 minutes and still had not heard from him, so I drove around looking for my Dad’s car. Then I saw him walking around and I flagged him down. My sister was running late; she was still hung over from the night before. When she got there, they were about ready to do the ceremony but Carol was still waiting for her son to show up. He was supposed to be there at noon.
Then my sister and I went with my Dad and Uncle Charlie to the store. We bought a cake for the wedding, steaks, beers, soda, flowers and everything we would need for the dinner after the ceremony. I thought it was crazy that Dad and Carol had not planned this better. It can be a small wedding but still organized. Then we waited till about 5:30 PM for Carol’s son and the sun started to go down. They went ahead and signed the marriage certificate. My sister and I took pictures. Then they started the ceremony outside and then Carol’s son, his wife, and their three children showed up in the nick of time. The ceremony lasted about 15 minutes and it was over.
After the ceremony, they started a small fire in the fire pit. The children were running around collecting twigs for the fire. The eldest boy (maybe 7) asked if there were any snakes and his mom said something like “If I see a snake, I’ll punch you.” What a weird thing to say. Carol’s son’s wife was a very thin woman. She had her hair done but no makeup on. Honestly, she looked like she was on meth. She basically ignored her kids. She had a two year old that kept opening and closing the door to the cabin letting the cold air in. Her daughter was being a brat. Then she was telling us about how she had a misdemeanor for not showing up in court in New York. It was weird but they finally left. I thought that it was so rude that they said they would be there at noon and everybody else had to wait almost 5 and a ½ hours for them to show up. Then when they got there they just expect everybody else to watch their kids.
After they left that was when things started to get crazy. My Aunt Jonnie had probably started drinking when she woke up and just kept drinking. My Dad hide the whiskey and told us to tell her the liquor was gone but she managed to find it and drink it all. Aunt Jonnie told us that she had not been attracted to Uncle Charlie, her husband, when they met and he was lucky to be with her. (Really? My Aunt Jonnie is 50 shade of fucked up. I don’t think she has had a job since I was born and she is one trip to rehab away from getting a free one.) She also said that when they were first married and my cousins were with their dad, they would do cocaine. Interesting, but I really did not need to know that. Then she told Carol that she was upset that Carol’s son brought his kids when she was told that it was adults only. Carol then said “They really tried to get a babysitter. They used the internet. They just don’t know anybody. Besides John (my dad) brought his kids.” What a rude thing to say. Then my sister was telling Aunt Jonnie and Carol about this guy she went on a few date with that she met on Tinder. Carol then said “Are you having sex with him?” Aunt Jonnie chimed in with “How big is his dick?” It was really awkward; I almost chocked on some water and died. I then wished that I had when Carol said some things about my dad that I never ever like ever wanted to know. Sometimes I am glad that I fade into that background.
After they cut the wedding cake, I was feeling like road kill and was ready to go home. Things were winding down and I told my dad that I was really not feeling well and was going to head home. My dad was upset and wanted me to stay at one of the cabins in Santee. Carol interrupted and in front of everybody said “what do you have at home that you don’t have here?” It kind of pissed me off. I was really sick and I went to the doctor I soon as I could so I could be better for the wedding. I hate doctors and I did not really have money to spend on a doctor and medication but I did because I really wanted to be at the wedding for my dad. Then I got up at the crack of dawn after coughing all night and drove 3 hours to Santee. I then waited 5 ½ hours for Carol’s son to show up, I told pictures, I stayed for dinner and cake. And they are mad at me? They should be glad that I stayed as long as I did, but I guess that is family for ya.