My family is LOUD when everyone's together. My younger brother is like Rush Limbaugh on speed. My nephew knows I hate it when my brother starts preaching his politics, so he goads him into doing it just to screw with me. My sister will try to continue talking about whatever over my brother's loud voice, so then there are two loud voices, plus the ever-present TV noise. I usually can't wait to get out for a bit of peace and quiet. And Christmas at my sister's place means constant Christmas music everywhere in the house. Even out on the porch. It never stops.
Wifey's family is the exact opposite. If I don't carry on a conversation, there is none. Quietest people I know.
There is no happy medium. It's either non-stop noise or quiet as a church.
Ah, the holidays.
Tonight we had Thanksgiving Dinner here at Wolfgang Puck's Postrio. Not exactly a quiet meal, but tons of food. Too much, really.
