I am going to a bachelorette party this weekend on the lake. I have never been to the lake (of the Ozarks) before. Take that back – I have never been to the lake in this setting: beer, liquor, houseboat, tanning, swimming, penis cakes and penis straws.
The bachelorette is my cousin, Jennifer.
Jennifer is loud. Not in-your-face-intimdating-loud, just funny loud. She can alter her voice to speak in high pitches. She does a mean impression of an infant cooing. Her laugh is infectious. She’s a red-head. The real pretty type of red hair, the kind that is impossible for any one to replicate with dye. She has fair skin and hazel-greenish eyes. She’s beautiful. She’s kind to anyone she meets.
Jennifer and I look nothing alike. Our personalities are very different as well. No one would probably believe us that we are true cousins.
But we share a wild grandma. Our grandma, in her 80s, is on her game. She quick and witty. I’ve heard stories about her drinking men under the table in her younger days. She loves whiskey. She’ll have a cocktail before dinner. She speaks her mind – she may not hear your response, but she’ll still tell you how it is. She drinks and fast dances at weddings. She’s been known to make-out with my husband…on my wedding day…during the money dance…everyone’s eyes on her.
Also on my wedding day, my grandma came up to me and gave me some marriage advice: The most important thing you can keep in the bedroom, next to the bed, is a box of Kleenex.
It’s fair advice. I just didn’t want to hear it from my Grandmother. But like I said, she’s kinda wild.
Jennifer and I are lucky; the genes we share are partly from this woman. I got to truly enjoy bachelorette shopping for Jennifer. And I know Jennifer will truly enjoy my basket of fun. And Kleenex.
I am passing along Grandma’s advice – keep a box of Kleenex by your bed.