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The It feels like a long time ago now.

It feels like a long time ago now, I went to stay with some relatives over the holidays.

Late on Christmas Day, the party was winding down, and I was sitting with my uncle and a few others while we finished off a bottle or two.

My aunt and uncle decorated their kitchen almost entirely with pictures of themselves and my cousins,

so we spent quite a while looking at each of them and either reminiscing or harmlessly poking fun.

I remember we were laughing at one picture because my uncle's 70s hair was absolutely hilarious.

Then as he took it all in good humor, he got up and said something like,

if you think that's funny, wait until you see Aunt Janney's hair from the 80s. She thought

she was Grace Jones. Now we're thinking no way, and my aunt tells him that he's a dead man

if he brings those photo albums down from their bedroom. But my uncle didn't listen and somehow he

lived to see another day. On Janie's hair was cool as heck, by the way. And then since my

uncle brought down a whole box full of photo albums for us to flick through, we started passing

them around. I found myself flicking through this one album that contained much older photos than the others.

And then in one photo, a man I first mistook for my Uncle Steve, whose home I was staying at,

was standing in a church while wearing some kind of ceremonial Catholic robe.

Now, don't laugh at me, I don't know the names of those things.

But admittedly, I was pretty drunk, so the first thing out of my mouth was like,

holy crap, Uncle Steve. When the heck were you a priest? Now, he was pretty drunk, too, so for a second,

he says, I've never been... And then he shot me this look like he'd just done something he shouldn't.

Then, and he wasn't mean or aggressive about it, but he quickly took the album away, saying,

I think we've seen enough from this one.

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