- I headed to the North End to meet my whole family for lunch.
- My whole family was drunk.
- They had just been to a strip club.
Oh yeah, you heard right. My uncle Buddy rented a van-bus and a driver and took the family to Boston. They made a few important stops at the liquor store and went to a strip club called Cabaret. Most of lunch and the ride to Gloucester they were arguing over who was the best, Number One or Number Two.
When one of the dancers was, uh, shaking her stuff for my cousin John, he introduced her to his mother, father, and brother. She was a little weirded out. Apparently they don’t get many family picnics there. How odd.
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