i'm flying off to detroit tomorrow for my grandparent's 50th annerversary. gag me with a spoon.... i should be happy about all this, but quite frankly my mom's side of the family is a yawn. i will be enduring aunt nancy's shrill yankee voice, my grandfather's constant recital of the reasons i am going to hell (weed, rock music, girls, dancing, etc.), my grandmother's distant seemingly not-wanting nature. and my uncle andy will be nowhere to relieve me.he departed back in september. generally i would be exited about a trip up there, but since he died, it's all very bittersweet.