Grandchildren's Dinner at Cheddar's (Because a Funeral Was Too Depressing & Morbid to Post As a Cultural Event)

  This past weekend, I had the pleasure of traveling home to the mountains in southern West Virginia. Greenbrier county, to be exact. Despite the unfortunate circumstances of my sudden visit (my great grandmother, Annabelle's, passing), I had a great time seeing my family.                                                     So perhaps I am strange or absolutely average, but I tend to people watch. I'll walk into a public place and if someone catches my eye, I observe until I learn something about their life. I like to think it's important to see what someone else is going through because we all have our own unique stories. 

  Six of the 36 great grandchildren -including myself- decided to lighten the mood of the weekend by agreeing to meet up for dinner at Cheddar's (a great contestant for best places to people watch).                                                                                                                                                                                                So despite the occasion of the dinner, I am writing this post as a cultural event post because of the opportunities to explore cultures in such a public place. The people, location, and food were all culturally different and that's got to count for something, right?
  Depicted in the top right photo you will see (from right to left) me, my cousin, Liz, and my baby sister, Megan (the elbow belongs to her husband, Nole). The lower picture shows my crazy, lovely cousin, Holly and her significant other, Jeremy. Not pictured is my oldest brother, Jake, and his wife, my significant other, Nick, and my cousin, Preston.
Going out to restaurants with family (depending on the family) is a great way to spend quality time and relax. It's also a brilliant opportunity to learn new about the cultural diversities in your own backyard.