Wellllllll, my great-aunt died over the weekend and her funeral was today in West Chester. It was a two-hour bus ride (without wifi on the way, grr) for me and an eight-hour drive for Pops, who had already been to Cleveland and New York over the past couple weeks.
The ceremony was nice but made me appreciate my mom's that much more. Hearing things like "I didn't know Claire, but xyz God Jesus salvation blah blah" made me want to throw up.
And while it seems like lately all the extended family meetups have been due to dire circumstances, typically death, it's sort of bizarrely comfortable to see everyone again. Everyone looks the same, just a little saggier. So it goes.
Anyway, my dad is a pretty awesome guy and picked me up in Philly; we drove around with his new girlfriend Charlotte, the GPS, saw the family, made an appearance, went to Wawa and Acme (necessities) and he dropped me off at the bus...place when all is said and done. He is the best dad ever.
And now I am on the Bolt Bus headed home so I can drop off my key for Alice (who left me several panicked emails until I called her saying I was at a funeral; she shut up) and wash my face and go to bed. This has been a loooooooong day.
BONUS: PEOPLE I SAT WITH
The first chick was wearing a red dress, drinking orange soda from McDonalds and eating some gross thing that smelled vaguely fishy from the same establishment. She asked me if I lived in NY or Philly. I said New York. She got up and left five minutes later. BYE! HAVE A NICE TRIP!
The guy I sat next to next was pretty much a dead wringer for Jeffy Keller. He came up to my seat about 20 minutes into the trip and said, "I'd like to sit here" so I moved my stuff. "Someone thinks it is important to share every detail of her trip to Israel on the phone with her friends," he said. "Every single friend."
He took out his BlackBerry and was texting and emailing and whatnot and then took out an iPod and a book of Beethoven scores that had notes written in pencil. Okay, so does he play or conduct? I texted Melania and was, like, "I think Jazzy Jeff's long lost twin is sitting next to me' and she egged me on enough to talk to this poor dude. As we were pulling in, I blurted out, "do you play or conduct?"
He was a conductor; I said I had played trumpet poorly throughout school and he grinned and asked where OU was in relation to OSU. I said he reminded me of JJ and he laughed and said maybe I should practice.
OMG IT WAS A KELLER. IT HAD TO BE
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