And it was. When you throw about 10 aunties, uncles, cousins together with a liberal sprinkle of itinerant friends and lots and lots of alcohol, there tends to be general goodwill all around.
The chalet also marked a few important occasions. The end of "O" levels for Shalini. A new beginning for Vinodhan, who goes into National Service tomorrow. And don't forget the bonding moments - for the ladies, a good gab fest, and for the men, a chance to do macho warrior things like crab fishing and bush whacking.
Of course, you can't throw that many people together in one space without some friction. Lest I give you the impression that we are perfect or something. My relatives range from the ultra laid back, let-me-know-when-the-house-is-on-fire type, to the extra panicky is-that-a-picture-of-fire type. And the two annoyed each other to high heaven. Too neat, not neat enough. Too cold, not cold enough. Snoring too loud, I don't bloody snore!
Everyone was too polite to yell at each other of course, but that would have been fun to watch *rubs hands together in glee*. My laid back cousins fumed in frustration as one of the ultra picky aunties kept yelling down the stairs to "keep the volume down" , because it was 2a.m. and she needed her beauty sleep. She was aptly nicknamed "Military", and we played a "take a swig everytime she whines" drinking game.
The shoes tell the story. "Military" has been here.
This is what the bedrooms at the chalet looked like before we got there.
And this is after. We are resourceful, if not anything.
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