It occurred to me yesterday as we were in the middle of eating that this was the 10th Cemetery Xmas Picnic for us! It started in 2005, when I was pregnant with Chooch and my family was being a bag of dicks and not speaking to me. Henry and I had nowhere else to go for Xmas so I yelled LET’S JUST EAT WITH DEAD PEOPLE THEN since no one living gave a shit about us.
So that’s what we did.
I specifically remember buying Moonpies at CoGos on the way. Really fucking festive.
And even when we do have a place to go on Xmas, we always hit up the good old cem first. It’s definitely been met with a lot of weird reactions over the years, but it’s our norm, you know? I mean, we’re just eating sandwiches and potato salad, not roasting babies over open graves and drinking goats blood.
Just so you know.
We keep it clean.
This year, we were able to sit for more than 5 minutes without the threat of hemorrhoids or frost bite! Except it started to drizzle a little bit.
It’s funny how traditions start. I wonder if Chooch will continue it when he has his own family…