In Boston, my grandmother had 15 brothers and sisters when she was growing up. As she was having her second child (my mother), her mother was pregnant with her youngest child. As a result, my mother’s youngest uncle is only six months older than she is, and most of her cousins are younger than her, some 30+ years younger. There are hundreds of Leary family members all over the Boston area, and it all started with my grandmother’s generation. The original Leary family, living in a small house in a poor section of Boston, was their own small Irish mob. And as time progressed, they became like the Kennedys, except without the money or the compound.
Since I grew up in Daytona Beach, I didn’t get to spend much time with my mother’s cousins (who were all my age), and with the exception of a few of them moving to Florida for a year or two, my exposure to them was very limited. So when my (second) cousins Michaela and Julianne came up with the idea and planned a get-together, respectively, for all of the cousins 20-40(ish) up in Boston, I knew I had to go. It had been at least 7 or 8 years since I had seen some of them, 10-15 for others, and there were even a few that I had never met.
I flew up on Friday and checked into the John Carver Inn in Plymouth. Apparently I had booked a honeymoon suite of some sort. The clue that tipped me off was the huge jacuzzi tub right at the foot of the bed. And the fireplace. My entire hall was apparently honeymoon suites, which meant that I got to lay there at night and listen to a whole lot of fuckin’. On the plus side, though, I took a really nice relaxing bath, which was probably the first one I’ve taken in 8 years. And unlike what you’ve heard, if your penis is a witch, it will still float.
Friday night, I went over to my (second) cousin Kevin’s house in Norwell for dinner. I got to see his mom Barbara (my great-aunt) again and meet his wife and both of his kids. Since we all love Transformers, his kids (my third cousins?) and I had a lot in common. We ate pizza from Kevin’s favorite pizza place (Papa Gino’s? I forgot the name already), played the Nintendo Wii, talked about movies, and had a great time. I drove back to my hotel in Plymouth, set up my computer, and did some work while I listened to fucknoises through the walls.
Saturday I was awakened at 7:15 by room service bringing breakfast which I had ordered the day before. I answered the door in my underwear, horribly scarring the 16-year old girl who delivered my food. The morning wood I was sporting probably didn’t help.
For lunch on Saturday, I had scheduled a little blogger meetup with Robin, Ed, Crystal, and Gemini. We met at the Chili’s in Bridgewater, and because I miscalculated the driving time, I was 15 minutes late. By the time I had already arrived, the orgy was done with, which was disappointing. Even so, it was good to meet people like Robin, who I’ve been reading for at least four years, her sister-in-law, and Ed and Crystal, who I’ve been reading for at least the last year. We talked about autoerotic asphyxiation and boobs and television and movies and then we streaked around the restaurant, stopping at each table to dip our naughty bits in their chips and salsa. It was a blast and I’m glad that they took the time out of their weekend to drive the distance to meet me.
Gemini, Ed, Crystal, Me, Robin
Saturday night was the Cousin’s Gathering at the East Bay Grill in Plymouth. I got to spend time with my second cousins and their spouses/significant others, including Leah and Jeff, Michaela and DJ, Julianne, Dennis Jr., Michael Jr., Paul Jr., Mark Jr. and Cheryl, Brianne and Brian, Jason and Lisa, Kelly and Chris, and Brittiany and David. As you can tell, creative names do not run in my family. There’s a ton of Juniors and even a III or too, which can make it confusing if you’re trying to tell a story involving more than one of them. If Amy and I ever have a son, he will not be Adam, Jr. He will be called Thundarr.
I had a blast hanging out with the family. It was great to spend time with the side of my family that is not descended from the bogeyman. There was a ton of food, an Olympic-sized swimming pool full of booze, and plenty of great stories. I am hoping that this becomes a more regular occurrence, and maybe I can even convince some of the Learys to make the trip down to Florida next time.
Me and Julianne
Me and Michaela
Sunday morning I found out that the “Do Not Disturb” placard that you hang on the door has two sides. One side says “Do Not Disturb” and the other side asks the housekeeping staff to clean up your room immediately. I found this out when said housekeeping staff member opened my hotel room door while I was sitting in a chair naked working on the computer. Eating an omelette.
I checked out around noon and headed into Malden to pick up Julianne for lunch. She was in the middle of a move (and apparently Eliza Dushku was just filming something in her apartment complex parking lot), but she took pity on stupid old me, who had scheduled his flight for 8:30 Sunday night instead of a decent hour during the day.
After lunch, I headed to the airport. I figured that even if I was early, I could just read and nap and it would be fine. I didn’t count on one thing, though. I had to poop. For those of you who are new to Avitable.com, you should be aware that I refuse to poop in public bathrooms. I’m a naked pooper and a germaphobe, and neither of those quirks mesh well within the confines of the public shitter. I knew that it was only 2:00 PM and I was not going to be home until at least midnight. Could I hold it for 10 hours? Since I once went more than a week at summer camp without pooping, as a kid, I knew I had the strength and fortitude, but did I have the stamina now that I’m an old man?
I contemplated checking into a hotel for the 20 minutes it would take, but while I might spend money a bit frivolously at times, I decided the cost wasn’t worth it. The only alternatives were to (1) hold it and hope that we didn’t hit turbulence on the plane which would cause my sphincter to open up and shit my pants which would mean that JetBlue would ban me from traveling with them plus I would have to look at all of those people, or (2) use the bathroom at the airport which means I would have to find a handicapped stall which was kind of clean and had a sink in the stall so I could wash my hands and scrub down the toilet seat before using it and also make a barrier out of a paper towel to touch all parts of the bathroom plus I would need a hook on the back of the stall door so I could hang my shorts and did I mention it had to be clean?
I chose alternative #1. And bought some cheese to eat at a small kiosk. I slept in the airport next to a large Hispanic woman who kept speaking Spanish softly into her cell phone while tears poured down her cheeks until I wanted to tell her that Orlando wasn’t that bad and there were even tons of her kind of people there. I read a few books, including the new Jack Reacher novel, and finally I boarded my plane. The flight was uneventful, my sphincter held, and the drive home was excruciating in anticipation of the pooping that was to come. The event itself, however, was a blessed moment and I swear I heard angels sing.
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In other Avita-news, because of our imminent trip to ConFab on Thursday, Britt and I have decided not to have a show tonight yet again. We will be back next week. Probably. Unless we’re too tired from the weekend. Enjoy this post? Try these:
Lindsay Lohan goes to Jail
This post would have made a lot more sense yesterday when I was actually driving from Buffalo to Toronto
Twitter: VerdantDude
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Eagerly awaiting the birth announcement of Thundarr. He will most certainly rock.
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@B.E. Earl, he will be a barbarian. Or flamingly gay.
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OMG- my weird friend made me ask this. Are they really second cousins or first cousins once removed.
joking here
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@Connie, I don’t quite know the difference. I think second cousins. And who’s your weird friend? Who are you?
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@Avitable, I have this friend who was constantly correcting my use of cousin or second cousin. She would draw out these long detailed charts explaining they weren’t really my second cousin, they were first cousins once removed.
Just popped into my mind when I read your post yesterday. Probably had something to do with the Jack and Diet Coke I was drinking at the time.
Who am I? just a reader.
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@Avitable, They’re first cousins once removed…
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Twitter: rachael1013
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I wonder what it means about me that my favorite part of this story was the housekeeper walking on the naked omelette eating.
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@Rachael, I bet that was the housekeeper’s favorite part too.
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Nice shite retention. Your colon won’t thank you, but it’s not like it will write anyway.
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@SingleParentDad, my colon uses Twitter.
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Twitter: bubblewench
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I had to get up in the middle of reading this and go poop.
Thanks. I needed that!
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@bubblewench, I’m glad that my post can act as a laxative for you.
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I’m just going to be gross here for a second (big shocker)….dude, I cannot hold my poop. I honestly have no idea how you do that because when I have to go, I have to go. Sure, I can hold it til I find a restroom, obviously but if there is a choice, I will ALWAYS go.
And I too love that the housekeeper walked in on you naked.
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@Hilly, it’s a skill. I’m proud of it.
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Your family sounds warm and fun! Glad you had a good time.
Your pooping issues are hilarious… glad you were able to hold it in… I read your post with baited breath…
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@cat, my family is a blast. I had such a great time!
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Twitter: mooshinindy
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I already knew the story but it’s even more shocking when you admit it to everyone.
Dudes and poop.
*sigh*
You’d think someone who grows curly hair out of their chest and armpits would have lower standards when it comes to FEELING BETTER.
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@moosh in indy., I won’t vomit either – I refuse! And you totally have curly hair growing out of your chest – who are you kidding?
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I laughed out loud at Thundarr. And I LOVE Jack Reacher for some strange reason! I’m normally not into mercenaries.
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@Kimi, he’s not a mercenary. And his books are totally compelling.
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Twitter: Faiqa
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I’m the same exact way..cannot poop in a public bathroom. Actually, I find it difficult to poop anywhere except for my *own* bathroom. I once went to Vegas and held it for four days. I know, too much information.
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@Faiqa, you did? I’m very impressed!
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Twitter: missbritt
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The most disturbing part of this entire post is the fact that those pictures make it look like you were hitting on your (second) cousins.
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@Miss Britt, it does not! That’s what my brother does.
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Twitter: hismuse
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Our next meeting will most likely be at your house, I assume this time there will be less clothing. I’m much more comfortable topless.
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@Robin, I’m much more comfortable with you topless too.
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Twitter: http://whall.org/blog
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I’m the exact opposite – I don’t like using my own toilet, so I frequently go out looking for new public restrooms to christen. I know all the local ones pretty well, so I actually have to drive quite a ways to find one I haven’t blessed with my presence. A few of the locals know me by name, and sometimes have a coffee or bagel ready for me on my regular days.
The strangest part about it is handling guests when they come over. We’d be at dinner or watching a movie or playing Pinochle or something, and I excuse myself to use the restroom and just walk outside and drive away. My wife never tires of explaining it, but I get weird looks when I return. Come to think of it, we don’t get a lot of repeat guests.
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@whall, that sounds like how I masturbate.
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Twitter: s_csr
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I won’t poop at other people’s houses (this does not include my best friend’s home), otherwise it’s fair game as far as public places go. Unless there are people in there.
Then I just hope they exit quickly.
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@Sheila (Charm School Reject), so you’ll go in public places but not at someone’s house? Weirdo.
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Twitter: msmegan
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You’re a germaphobe? I am so rubbing up on you next time we’re together. After I do a one-hour spinning class. :sex003:
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@Finn, the first part sounds good. The second? Not so much.
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Twitter: Amanda234
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Do you really think hotel bathrooms are that much safer than public ones? hm.
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@Amanda, it’s not a safety issue. At least I know that nobody’s used it between when it was cleaned. Plus I can take off my pants.
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Twitter: thegoddesscher
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I’m sorry. I didn’t retain any of that except the visual of you, naked and eating an omelette.
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@CP, hawt, eh?
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My penis doesn’t float. Does that mean it’s converted to Christianity?
Since getting ill, I can’t hold it more than five minutes and I get now warning of shit attacks, so I have no choice but to ensure I’m always near a toilet and I have to use whatever is available. Could you adapt to that, or would you become a Howard Hughs-ish recluse?
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@Grant, that’s because it’s a vagina. And I’d become a recluse or travel with a personal bathroom.
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I don’t blame you for not pooping, I can’t go in public bathrooms either, unless it is a one person bathroom. I don’t have the germ issues you have but I hate going when other people are in the same room.
Also, it was good to see you, even if it was only for a second, while I was running Julianne out the keys, during my lunch with my parents. Hope to see you again soon.
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@Jared, good seeing you too, albeit briefly. Maybe once you guys get moved, you can plan a trip down here!
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@Avitable, I would like to, my family just went to Disney a few weeks ago, but I didn’t get to go, so going to florida would be nice to do
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I don’t think I’ve ever crapped in a public toilet. Ever. Ick.
But you didn’t tell me the maid found you naked! That is awesome. :sexytime:
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@Sybil Law, yeah, she opened the door and I was sitting right there with my omelet in my mouth and she just backed out of the room and walked away!
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Twitter: alimartell
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i would have held it too.
you are my kind of people.
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@ali, Poop Holders Unite!
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Twitter: nycwatchdog
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You do realize that toilet paper and standard hand soap is not enough of a barrier or a sanitizer for 90% of the germs in a bathroom, right?
I’m not trying to make you more germaphobic or anything… just saying.
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@NYCWD, most bathroom soap is anti-bacterial now.
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I am also a member of Home Poopers Anonymous.
My family has a similar “cousin” situation. Many of my Mom’s first cousins are younger than I am. We quit trying to figure out the first, second, whatever labels.
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@Little Miss Sunshine State, it’s just easier to call them all cousin.
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I never considered eating an omelette naked.
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@Aunt Becky, they were two separate events occurring simultaneously.
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I am glad you had a good reunion and a relieving homecoming.
If you ever had a girl you could channel Thundercats and name her Thundera
That one personally has my vote!!
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@SuvvyGirl, a girl would be named Pussy Galore.
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So…what I’m getting from all this is…
NO SHOW AGAIN TONIGHT???? LAZY FUCKERS!
No excuse. Srsly.
Now I have to re-arrange my whole evening. :violent018:
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P.S. I’m TOTALLY an at-home pooper.
Which makes working 13 hour days about 24 miles from home a little bit problematic.
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@Stephanie, I can imagine!
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Home pooper here too. I can hold on for days, no problem. Family reunion sounds good. Love the pics of you smiling!!
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@J from Ireland, we should all start a club.
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Twitter: mooshinindy
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I had a corn poopie today, no one can ever hold back the corn poopie.
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@moosh in indy., I have superpowers.
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Twitter: elizabethbarone
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I hate using public bathrooms. I would have done the exact same thing. My boyfriend, on the other hand? Will tell me every time he has to go, and will use any bathroom, anywhere. The man is brave, I tell you!
PS: I seriously think this was your best post EVER.
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@Elizabeth Kaylene, why does he need to tell you, hm?
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I am also a Home Poopers Anonymous (thanks for the awesome name, Little Miss Sunshine State). Here is my contribution to helping all of us deal with this socially crippling disease.
Germaphobe Public Bathroom Kit:
-2 pairs rubber gloves
-Cling wrap (aka plastic wrap, aka Glad wrap)
-Can of lysol disinfecting spray
-Mr. Clean Power Wipes (also disinfecting)
-bottled water
Put on rubber gloves. Kick open bathroom door. Pull cling wrap from box, hold onto cut end, and throw it like a bowling ball into bathroom toward toilet so you have something clean to walk on. Spray all surfaces with lysol. Let sit for a minute as you ponder what kind of disgustingness is in the air attaching itself to you as you wait. Spray arms, face, body, legs, feet, and shoes with lysol. Get high from lysol fumes in closed area. Take off rubber gloves and throw on the ground, but not near cling wrap as germs may transfer. Put new ones on. Wipe down all surfaces with mr. clean wipes. Wash surfaces with bottled water. Wipe down all surfaces again with mr. clean wipes. After all this you have either shit your pants (in which case you don’t even need to use the toilet), or possibly convinced yourself the toilet is clean. Which it totally isn’t.
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@Stone Fox, yes, but when do I get naked?
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so you said Boston and I sighed home, and you said bridgewater and that brought back college memories (though sadly not any memories of Chili’s) then you said Leary in association with Boston and I laughed because how funny would it be if you were related to THAT Dennis leary, then I saw you had a Dennis Jr on the list. Is it that Leary?
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@lauren, probably is. How do you know him?
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@Avitable, well, I’m from the Boston area but I’ve never actually met this person, i was talking about the famous comedian and actor.
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@lauren, I didn’t think that one was a Jr. He’s just Denis Leary, and it’s spelled differently. I thought there was a random chance you knew my actual cousin!
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@Avitable, ah, well thanks for clearing that up, I’m an idiot apparently.
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