This past weekend was a trifecta of celebrations. It began with Friday night’s girls’ night in, where I learned and perfected the art of margarita making (minus successfully rimming the glass with salt). Saturday was devoted to my cousin’s wedding. I hadn’t seen most of the family in seven years or so, and I had resigned myself to the fact that I would have to drink multiple vodka sodas to make the night bearable. However, there was a fantastic band at the reception, and it turns out the other side of the family really likes to boogie.
Sunday was all about celebrating the most important guy in my life: my dad. We opened presents in the backyard, then invited my aunt and uncle over for an afternoon barbeque. You would think that nothing could top seeing all the inebriated distant relatives at my cousin’s wedding, but my aunt single-handedly topped them all the span of an afternoon. Here are the top five highlights from the weekend, listed chronologically:
1) Seeing my mom dance to Black Eyed Peas at my cousin’s wedding. She still knows how to get her groove on.
2) Subjecting Tilly to her monthly bath, just so she’d smell nice for Dad on his big day.
Tilly got a bath. She didn't enjoy it.
3) My septuagenarian aunt, while on the subject of Weinergate, asserting that “it’s not sex if you can’t get pregnant” during Father’s Day dinner. Somewhere in NJ, my high school health teacher is cringing.
4) My aunt’s hypothesis that we’ve turned into a culture of smut: “Even Princess Di had to take a virginity test before getting married. And those Kardashians have a lot of sex…and style.”
5) Watching Despicable Me while sandwiched next to my parents on the couch – a perfect ending to weekend.
The Girl on Lenox Hill 
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