I learned that I seem to be related to some real cretins...
The main guy was very nice. He lives in Mt. Shasta CA and was a genuinely neat guy. He and his wife were enjoyable. Some distant cousins were there, and I kept trying to find a cliff to lead them off of. God knows they never would have figured out what was happening to them.
I went mainly because it was a big deal to my dad, and it's the least I could do after all he's done for me. Personally I'd rather have been doing almost anything else. Getting a tattoo on my liver, undergoing a battery acid enema, maybe watching a Will & Grace marathon...it just ain't something I get a lot out of. OK, so somewhere down the line I'm related to this person...whoop-freakin-ee.
The grilled chicken was good though...