Anyway, once you start talking about Utah you inevitably get to polygamy within a sentence or two. And we did. She traced her family roots for me, the grandpa who was smart enough to quit Mormonism and all that plural wife stuff.
And so I told her how Brigham Young is my great great great great grandfather and he was smart enough to not quit Mormonism and all that plural wife stuff. However, I will admit right here that it gives me great pleasure to formally announce that I descend from his very first wife. No seconds or thirds from this lineage!
Well, once I said his name it got awkward. And by awkward I mean she started drunk-yelling, "Brigham Young! Brigham f-ing Young!" Only her version was minus the dash. You can imagine my reaction to her reaction, nobody has every responded to me this way before.
But she meant it in a good way and explained that she would never have bored me with her history if she had any idea of my history and that I am a direct descendant of, "Brigham f-ing Young!" Yes she said it again and without the dash still.
So again I shushed her and said, "Look, it's not that amazing... there are a lot of us out there if you know what I mean. He had 42ish wives in all."
I went to several different Christmas parties this past holiday season, but that is the only memory I have at 1 am while on a diet coke buzz. So, I don't know what else to say at this point. You'll have to just make do with that.
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Hahaha. Those drunks. You gotta love them.
p.s. your Christmas parties sound way more fun than mine...
laughing so hard! love it.
this had to have been a work party... drunk people are so funny, especially when they're dressed in prom dresses for their work christmas parties... was she also in a prom dress dancing?
My neighbors are very fun... whether they're more fun than yours or not, don't know.
She was not in a prom dress... hahahahahah the one dressed wrong? usually me, actually.
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