Family Traditions

Well, my family has traditions, but if I told you, I'd have to kill you. No, just kidding, but that's kind of an inside joke with my family...  Every year, over the summer, we have a family reunion thing.  It's not really a family reunion, because most of us aren't related, but we might as well be.  It's a longish story, but, basically, my mom grew up with these people, it is three families that lived together in Taiwan.  We are all basically family.  Now there are three generations of us, and we have so many crazy traditions at our retreats, which we call Chevanurch (I'm not sure where that name came from.).  Some of them are volleyball with water balloons, playing hearts (and the loser gets Lou), making , and singing our song, which has like 200 verses. And I'm not exaggrating.  Every year, at least 1, but usually about 3 verses are added to the song.  It's cheesy, I suppose, but that's how we remember what has happened before.  I have a verse about me.  When I was 5, I lost my first tooth at Chevanurch, and someone wrote a verse about it.  I forget how it goes though.  One of my other favorite traditions is playing hearts.  Every time, on the Sat. night, we play hearts until like 2 in the morning.  One year, maybe even before I was born, Lou was created.  Lou is a sytrofoam cup, full of sourball pits.  It's pretty nasty-looking.  Anyway, Lou is the trophy for when we play hearts, and is given to the loser.  I have never won Lou, a fact I am very proud of.  That might have something to do with the fact that I've only played once, but regardless, I haven't lost so far.  My mom has won Lou twice, and my dad... Well, my dad avoids Chevanurch.  It's all my mom's side of the family, and it's just weird for him, I think.  It's weird for everyone who isn't born into it, but for those of us who are, it's just fun.