Every year on July 24th my brother throws a party for Pioneer Day. Basically he smokes mounds of pig, invites his family, his friends, and most of the neighborhood to his front yard to eat it. He even provides live music. This was its fifth year, and it is turning out to be the event of the season. So if you are in the area next year, you may want to get to know my brother and his wife so you can finagle and invitation-- if you haven't already.After dinner, mingling and music, the family crosses the street to my parent's house to set off fireworks. This year we were fortunate enough to have a few old ladies from the neighborhood join us. And I was fortunate enough to have these lovely ladies sitting behind me.
One of these ladies began telling her daughter who everyone was . "This is Christian . . . these are his kids . . . that one is Matthew" and so on. After she pointed to me she followed it up with a hushed, "the cute one is in San Fransisco. She couldn't make it this year." I turned around shocked, and she stammered, "oh, but you're smart."
This, people, is what happens when your parents dress you like a banana. So Beck, you may have got the looks (and the cuter swimming suit), but apparently I am smart.
