Today’s useless bit of Bekah Trivia: I have an extremely large extended family –   stemming from my Mom’s four brothers and sisters, something nuts like 35 cousins, their kids, etc – and each year, we gather on Oak Island for fun, fellowship, beach volleyball, the dissection of stingrays, the obsessive consumption of microwave popcorn / homemade meatloaf / popsicles / sandwiches (with sand in them) / BBQ chips, and apparently,  34 cases of bud light.

My relateds range from marines to social workers to med students to nurses to chiropractors – the men tall and strapping, the ladies buxom and blonde –  and I am Hi! I am pale and playwright! They are phenomenally sweet and generous people and they make me feel like a million bucks as, this just in, people you are related to are required to think you are pretty and awesome, therefore it’s pretty imperative to hang out with them as much as possible. I seem to have more and more fun with them every year.

We do awesome things like naturally stand in formation (NOT coordinated by grandma, not at all)

….Laze about with our muscles, declaring t-shirtly which wing of the armed forces we allign ourselves with,

…take sexy cousins walks,

Install Breathalizer machines in bars (my cousin Michael’s sweet job)

make fun of mermaid decor in said bar,

drink to then test said breathalizer,

ARM WRASTLE EACH OTHER ( I WON) (NOT REALLY)

and Summon storms of wrath!!!!!!!

So, pretty much, we are great. Jealous? You should be. Want to come next year? You Can’t.

Unless, of course, you marry in, and fortunately, some cousins are still single. I’m accepting headshots, and resumes.