So I'm in Atlanta for my cousin's wedding, the son of my favorite uncle and aunt.
My sister is here and she's different. I think I posted about this some years ago in this thread, but I helped her move a few years back and I found a bunch of racquetballs, masks, and jellycocks. I joked with my woman that my BIL and sister probably brought a suitcase full of goodies with them.
So we meet her, my BIL, and a few cousins for a couple of beers tonight and make a plan for pre-wedding drinking. So we get in the elevator back to the rooms, and my sister says they are on floor 19. Oh, so are we. We get off the elevator, she asks what room we are in? 24 I say. "We are in 22, right next store she said." :X
So I went to the lobby and told the concierge that if I hear my sister breaking a whip on my BIL that I will be permanently scarred, and I will be suing the hotel and calling her as a witness. She said I should be a comedian, I told her I was dead serious.
So she gave me two sets of earplugs on the house.