Drama - consequences of living near family

Hello everyone! Sorry I fell off the blog wagon this past week. We went to Bloomington last weekend and had a glorious weekend; and the 4 of us are now fortunate enough to know the winner of the Indy 500 & to have the priviledge to say that we watched the stimulating end of the race (and it was pretty cool to see the guy's foot get run over). Come on now Cathy - what was the name of the winner? I remember the Andretti family was 2 & 3; gosh - my life is getting pretty bad when I can tell you about the Indy 500 and know the lineage of the Andretti family.
Enough about car racing, we did have a lovely time seeing the Hart sisters and I would like to thank you ladies for a much needed fun weekend. Yesterday we had our little 'BBQ'; Dave & I 'did up' the backyard and it looks pretty cool. We had a gazeebo/tent that we bought when we moved last year and finally put it up yesterday. We also had some tiki torches and outdoor lights that we strung up - the decorating was much more for our benefit than anyone else's. It was apparently decided last night that Dave & I are being taken out by family members and some friends for our respective bachelor & bachelorette parties. I am more than slightly apprehensive about this. Mainly due to the fact that I know going out with Dave's sisters will involve going to a strip club or them hiring a stripper. I can say that I have never been to a strip club before nor have I ever witnessed a stripper routine other than from watching 'The Sopranos'. I have never had any desire to watch an oily guy take off his clothes - it seems so silly. Now I know that is what you're supposed to do at your bachelorette party, but for heaven's sake that does not appeal to me at all. Watching and over steroid using, greasy looking guy dressed as a fireman gyrate on stage with absolutely no rythym. That does not do it for me. But they're really excited about it and even though I said that it didn't appeal to me they are nonetheless adamant about going. I'm hoping to somehow get out of it. Why can't we just go to a bar or something? I'm hoping that one of Dave's sisters will backout considering that she's pregnant and goes to bed at 8pm.
Oh yes - we did receive glorious news last week. OK, so the sister and brother-in-law that I bitched about going on our honeymoon with us, are now not going at all - AT ALL! She found out she is pregnant and since she is 1 month along 'doesn't want to fly because something could happen'. Geez... they paid a crap load of money (that's non-refundable) and now are not going to the wedding at all - not just the honeymoon, but not going to the wedding either. Wonderful Glorious Beautiful Day! Let me continue to explain what a freaking dumbass his sister is as well. Not only did she ask us to change the date of our wedding so that her & her husband could go for longer but she whined that this was her 'only chance to ever go to Italy'. Then the only other thing she wants is to get pregnant - but the idiot decides to stop taking her pills 1.5 months before the trip and gets knocked up. Then she claims that she's too tired to do anything and traveling wouldn't be good in her condition. Nevertheless, her hubby ain't to happy over the fact that he didn't want to have kids for at least another year, already paid a couple grand on the traveling expenses, and now has nothing on his plate other than an overly-hormonal pregant wife who not only drove him nuts before, but now will probably drive him other the edge. He has been perpetually drunk since he found out she was pregnant.
Not that you all were dying to know what was going on among the drama of Dave's relatives, but I thought that was hysterical. Now I will have a lovely wedding and honeymoon, sister & brother-in-law free. Yahoo. Although I should explain that the brother-in-law and I work together. We are 'partners' when it comes to running the law office (i.e. I run the office while he takes 1/2 days all the time & doesn't have a clue). So now he's giving me shit because I'm going to be gone for 3 weeks (for my wedding) and he's going to have to do some real work. And when I say he's giving me shit he's also acting like a 4 year old. The last time I was gone 3 people nearly quit because he was such an ass. This is to be expected though - he was going to be gone 2 weeks and of course all was fine. Now that he's not going he has to try and make my life a living hell. I cannot wait to move out of this state. Dave hasn't written to Prince Charlie yet but I'm trying to get him to do it before we leave. Maybe he will bequeath us a small castle in the northland or something.