A few years ago, well about nine years ago to be exact, I took a trip out east to watch my brother Juan play football. Because that's what good sisters do. Especially when your parents are dead. I felt an obligation to be there for Juan and cheer him on. Because no one else would. Dat was busy back home planning his wedding to Meggy. Now I know Juan's version of these events may differ from mine, but Juan doesn't have a blog or know how to use a computer. So I'm in luck.This trip was before kids. Beau and I were married, but he had a fishing trip planned for the same weekend (lame), so I would be solo on this one. Probably not the best idea, in hindsight. I would learn on this trip why it is always important to travel with Beau. He keeps me in line, babysits me, if you will. Unfortunately, everyone else on this trip would have to take the place of Beau. Lucky for them.
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