Nothing yet from Craigslist.

Damn it.

Anyway, here's some of my weekend.

Friday wasn't much of a big deal, got to Massachusetts, went to Methuen to check into the hotel, then visited my grandmother. Stayed there for a while, then went to my brother's place to see him, his wife, Scrappy the pitbull, and of course the children. Good times abound.

Saturday, possibly the climax of the weekend, went back to my Meme's (my grandma, crazies) and then the whole damn family showed up. Which pretty much means:

My millionaire cousin, Eric.
My Uncle Jim
My Uncle Mac
My Uncle Mike
My Aunt Becky
My Aunt Sheila
My cousins Dawn Marie and Tammy with their kids
My cousin Clint who I haven't seen in TEN YEARS due to... well prison. Yes, the Dormans cover the entire spectrum, from millionaires to parolees.

It was really cool because my dad and all of his siblings were in the same room for the first time in a long time.

And Eric. Don't get me started on Eric. He is absolutely hysterical, he hasn't seen me in two years, walks in and says "you're drinking a beer?! holy shit....... that means there's beer though, right?" He is just hysterical, I went outside to make a phone call and halfway through it he calls from inside the house, drunk, and says "what are you doing... come back in... HANG UP ON YOUR GIRLFRIENDS AND COME IN!"

Forty-one years old, and still rocking, Eric Dorman, ladies and gentlemen.

Anyway, went to Bobby's again later that night, ate dinner there. Fantastic stuff.

Sunday, the main event, the Baptism of Jesse Frietas Dorman. I rocked the house as Godfather, didn't drop the candle like my lousy brother did at Daniel's baptism. And that went well. It felt like I was finally getting rid of my Catholicism, and transferring it to the kid. So that was nice.

The meal afterward wasn't all that bad, great food, somewhat shoddy service, I mean what Godfather anywhere has had to wait 45 minutes for a diet coke?

Anyway, we went to Meme's one more time after that said bye to her, then stopped by Bobby's again to say bye to them and the kids, and of course the pitbull. So that was fun too.

Monday, we drove back. After a couple hours in Delaware I drove back to PA... and missed my exit to get on the Blue Route... ended up in Center City, Philly making a b-line for Billy Penn's ballsack... which SUCKED .. I don't wanna talk about the drive.

Annnnnd fin.

Love,
Chris

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