My mom is one of 5 – she’s the second oldest. When I was little, I was basically an only child for 11 long, glorious years. It was dreamy. But I was a spoiled brat. You need to know.
One of the people who had the biggest hand in turning me into this brat was my older uncle. He’s always the life of the party. I don’t ever remember him not laughing – or not trying to make other people laugh. This picture would not be possible if I was standing next to anyone else.
He was (and is) so cool. He ate dinner at 11pm every night (the height of coolness right?) His house was full of noise. It was loud and fun. My house was always quiet and full of people reading. I loved his house.
Here’s my favorite story of his awesomeness: When I was 6 or maybe 7, we all went to India for a wedding (actually we went everywhere together. There was never an outing with just 2 or 3 people. It was always a caravan of 8-9 adults and me. That’s how we rolled). My grandparents still owned the apartment my mom grew up in. They hadn’t updated any of the original features – think no AC and no tv. Their neighbors, however, had completely gutted the place. They had all the “Western” goodies. Being the über brat that I was, I asked why the neighbors had a tv and we didn’t. Although – full disclosure – I didn’t ask…. it was more like an annoying whine or a fitful tantrum. My parents immediately started the “you have no idea how luck you are” lecture, wagging finger and all.
My uncle….no lecture. Know what he did? He went out and bought a tv. Twice the size of the neighbor’s tv. Who’s better than him? Nobody. This episode may also explain my massive tv addiction, but who cares!