I am blessed with a large and nutty family.
My Dad’s side is peculiar and wonderful in its own magnificent way, and the double-whammy is my Mum’s side, who gather once a year for a big themed reunion and daggy but splendid concert where we all roll around delighted by our collective sillyness and wit.
My much-beloved Aunt and Uncle’s house at San Remo – on the Bass Coast of Victoria.
The theme this year was “A night at the opera’, and as costumes are mandatory, and we all get into the word-play hilarity it was a beauty.
We had phantoms of the opera – one who threw off his cloak to reveal 3 x $10 notes pinned to his belt (the three tenners), Zsa Zsa Gabor made an appearance, ushers, stage crew J.R. Ewing (Soap Opera), Carmen (Carmen get it written on her back), A baby with a musical note on her back, Opera (Winfrey) accompanied by a Knight (a knight out with opera), and the Giacobello contingent went as the Marx Bros (who made a film called A night at the opera).
Which was funny because Signor Giacobello is an excellent Opera singer who was expected to sing and couldn’t because he was being Harpo (who only honks a horn).
He did sing. It was marvellous.
We ate, we drank, we walked and rested and laughed and laughed and laughed.
We are family. We are blessed.