Gosh, I have a huge family. Both my parents had five brothers and sisters, so I have a small army of first cousins. Many of them have kids. I need a chart just to keep track of second cousins. The family roots in Wisconsin go back to territorial days, which is difficult to do unless you're of French or Native American descent. My family chose the difficult, stubborn, German route. The Danes came later, and the guys named Carlos somewhat after that. I have gone to Packer bars around the country and randomly found unsuspecting relatives.
There's the feast, and the Detroit game, and then sixteen hours of night. I brought some Proust, but I probably will pick on my sister's fiancé. My dad once made him eat a bug. We like him.
I have to get some Korbel brandy, for the old-fashioneds. (They taste worse with fancier brandy; there's been some coevolution between distilling and mixology.) Though my generation does the Jägermeister shots too.