I Ruined Easter All By Myself
I’m not much of one for the holidays – there’s too much stress on families which leads to inevitable family anarchy, or as I warmly refer to it “familarchy”. I know that’s not a word, but I don’t know any other way to describe it without crazy, shrill sound effects. I’m talking complete and utter chaos – 7 conversations going in a room of 12 people (if you don’t think that’s possible, come on over for Christmas).
Now that I’ve established my distain for holidays, I’ll dove into Vilcius/Bieman/Davies Easter 2005. I got talked into going home, partly because I ran out of food here, and partly because I hadn’t seen the family in a while (who, on ‘off season’, are all wonderful people!). Saturday morning I woke up with a swore throat, headache, and bad taste in my mouth – I figured I was just hung over from all the fun the night before, but I was proven wrong after my hangover fix didn’t work. I decided to tough it out and go to the mall with my mom so we could go shopping for Easter eggs (damn lazy Easter Bunny, never does its own shopping). Malls are overwhelming enough, but there were a few times that I had to sit down. One bench I found had a great location, but it was infested with children. There was one particular child I found to be quite distressing. The kid (sex of child: undetermined) was eating soda crackers, rather messily, and had snot dribbling out it’s nose and all over it’s hands – it kept trying to touch me.
This is starting to get rather long – I’ll shorten it form here on in.
I ruined Eater because I got the flu, and my 82-84 year old grandparents can’t risk getting sick, nor can my uncle whose health is rather precarious. Easter was supposed to be at our house, instead it was no where. My grandfather was devastated that he didn’t get any ham, sorry Taid!
...the extremes I'll go to thwart family gatherings.
Also, I left in a frantic rush to catch my train, still sick and tired, and I left my slippers there – the pair that has two of them – my moon boot is still a solo ‘slipper’.
I’ll update the status of my slippers at a later date.
Now that I’ve established my distain for holidays, I’ll dove into Vilcius/Bieman/Davies Easter 2005. I got talked into going home, partly because I ran out of food here, and partly because I hadn’t seen the family in a while (who, on ‘off season’, are all wonderful people!). Saturday morning I woke up with a swore throat, headache, and bad taste in my mouth – I figured I was just hung over from all the fun the night before, but I was proven wrong after my hangover fix didn’t work. I decided to tough it out and go to the mall with my mom so we could go shopping for Easter eggs (damn lazy Easter Bunny, never does its own shopping). Malls are overwhelming enough, but there were a few times that I had to sit down. One bench I found had a great location, but it was infested with children. There was one particular child I found to be quite distressing. The kid (sex of child: undetermined) was eating soda crackers, rather messily, and had snot dribbling out it’s nose and all over it’s hands – it kept trying to touch me.
This is starting to get rather long – I’ll shorten it form here on in.
I ruined Eater because I got the flu, and my 82-84 year old grandparents can’t risk getting sick, nor can my uncle whose health is rather precarious. Easter was supposed to be at our house, instead it was no where. My grandfather was devastated that he didn’t get any ham, sorry Taid!
...the extremes I'll go to thwart family gatherings.
Also, I left in a frantic rush to catch my train, still sick and tired, and I left my slippers there – the pair that has two of them – my moon boot is still a solo ‘slipper’.
I’ll update the status of my slippers at a later date.
posted by Lady Scorpio at 5:26 PM
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