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Me, B and the Glorious, Absolutely Horrible Weekend

Just got back from a weekend in Winnipeg with B's family.
Not a weekend with her parents. NEWP. Not at all.
The Rest of Them.

It was almost like being a traveling head of state.
Dinner with one side of her family. Dinner with the other side of her family.
Lunch with a couple that meant a lot to B, but couldn't make one of the dinners.

It was also an absolutely horrible weekend for other reasons.
Some neither of us are able to fully explain yet. Others merely suck.

For now, the best of times.





Here's a selfie of B and I with her mother's side of the family.
It's at a small-town restaurant B remembered for their veal.
Where she wasn't allowed to eat after her last grandparent's funeral Cuz Reasons.
(Translation: Parents were driving and they didn't feel like it)

The veal was just as delish as Brenda remembered.
The company? Even better.

More later.