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to say all of our nerves were raw and I ended up in a shouting match with my dad when he insisted on taking another route to the hotel instead of following the map. Engineer Cousin had a blast dragging the map around showing me exactly how far out of the way we went. It was amusing even in my anger.

Finally, after only 12 hours to complete a 6 hour trip, we pulled up to the hotel only to find that they'd given most of our rooms away because there was a soccer tournament in town and we didn't check in by 4p. I tried to tune most of that drama out because after such a stressful day, all I wanted to do was swim. Of course, the pool closed at 10p and we arrived at 10:02p.

I dimly remember the racist accusations leveled at the hotel proprietor when he refused to find us rooms. Usually, I don't think like that, but since the guy called the police on Lawyer Cousin after we'd proved we'd already paid for the rooms, I'm thinking there might've been some merit to the accusation.

Kinda forgot mentionLawyer Cousin is also a Judge here in L.A. He naturally handled the police and sent them on their way with them firmly on our side. Even though we had a room, my dad started making noises about not staying in such a racist establishment. I put my foot down on that one. I was going to sleep and I was going to sleep soon. Knowing full well that there were no more hotel rooms in the city, I told him that we'd move tomorrow. Finally, he relented.

My cousins et al had no choice, but to find some place else. Which they did around two the next morning. True to my word, I called around to find us another place to stay. As expected, I didn't find anything. Mom chimed in that we were already settled so we should just stay put. And we did.

The rest of the weekend really didn't get much better. Still, I'm happy to report it didn't get much worse. Moved by Skinny Uncle's unscheduled stop in the hospital, we voted to have the next reunion in a year instead of two. Though personally, I can't see myself ever trying this kind of nonsense ever again. On the way out, we picked up Skinny Uncle and headed home. Thus putting an end to the worse Family Reunion Ever.

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