My cousin Efraín got married on New Years' Eve. He and Y-Co had a photo booth at the reception. Who knew having a photo booth could be so fun.
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Eating at McDonald's (again)
This morning everyone got up late. I can’t sleep in very well—it gives me a headache. It was a slow start getting out and being New Year’s Day nothing was open—only McDonald’s. The last time I ate at Micky-Dee's was outside Yellowstone, where there was nothing but McDonald's. Before that it must have been 20 years since I had eaten there.
My parents, grandmother, and nephews headed to the golden arches while I searched for something other than McDonald’s. Nothing. I could have gone back to the hotel where they had a Starbuck kiosk, but I had just come from there. I realized that my pride was growing greater than my integrity and I resigned myself to eating an Egg McMuffin. Sometimes the cost of foreswearing something off is greater than eating together as a family.
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