For those of you about to feel inadequate, we salute you. Readers, we’ve been there. See, we’ve got a whole posse of brainiac cousins who, well, can actually do rocket surgery. Sheesh!
While we were getting in trouble at school, they were winning the spelling bee and building stuff that actually worked. True, they couldn’t name a single Michael Jackson song, but they consistently kicked our butts in games of skill, chance, and theory. (Contests involving brute force and dumb luck…well, we had those down pat.)
[Time passes]. While the party cousins were off finding ourselves…waiting tables…er, in transition, the smart cousins became real life, honest-to-goodness rocket scientists. And engineers. And then one of them married a brain surgeon. True story!
We’ve never felt more like that kid in Parenthood than at that wedding. But who had the moves on the dance floor? Oh yeah, you know where this is going. Because if there’s one thing we under-achievers know how to do, it’s how to get down and make the most of a DJ and an open bar.