The WT On: The Glory of Aunts
Some people called my Aunt Lizzie stark raving mad. Others said she was a stinking drunk. Whatever she was, she was the best damn aunt around.
When she was 39, she married an 18-year-old. Her husband went to UGA to play football right after the wedding and lived in the dorm, so Aunt Lizzie had the house all to herself.
Sometimes I spent the night over there and helped watch my little cousin, 6-year-old Kenny, while Aunt Lizzie entertained friends. One night, Swensa came over.
Aunt Lizzie and Swensa had been best friends in high school and there was a picture in the living room of them wearing short skirts and high white boots that were part of the Majorette uniform. I always wanted to be a Majorette too, and that night when Swensa came over, they got started drinking and Aunt Lizzie said we were going to practice right then on learning her favorite routine from high school.
I draped myself in all of Aunt Lizzie’s spangly costume jewelry. Little Kenny put the bowl of his old potty seat on his head for a helmet.
They blared some marching music out the window and they led us all around the neighborhood, lifting our knees high and twirling our wrists just so, Aunt Lizzie and Swensa in bath robes and Kenny stark naked, except for the helmet. We pranced along like that for a long time, until somebody screamed that they were going to call the cops if we didn’t shut up. One thing about WT crazy people/stinking drunks: they can make anything fun.
Crazy stinking drunks!
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