I suck... I am aware
I’ve been totally MIA lately, and I’m sorry that I suck. So, I was doing summer school and was taking History and Political Science… neither of which are my strong subjects. It was a wicked brutal summer session, but I passed and lived, so that’s good. But, the fun didn’t stop there. We moved and it was also totally brutal. Did you know that moving = lots of fighting? I didn’t, but I do now.
My parents came down on Thursday to help us out. They had to bring Mel, their adorable dog, down so we couldn’t really go out and do nice dinners or anything. Matt and I grabbed some Chinese food and headed over to my mom’s hotel where we split a bottle of wine and a couple of beers. Then we headed out to a little park with Mel. I had to pee, so I went back to the hotel. I put the card into the slot and it didn’t open. Then I tried again… and again and again. I was becoming more and more desparate and began assaulting the door when it suddenly opened. There stood a guy in his early 30s in the doorway and I saw a baby and wife sitting on the bed. He stood there staring at me expectantly when I realized that I had the wrong room… actually, wrong floor. I whimpered an apology and ran upstairs. Whaddaya know? The key card worked there.
So, after I got over being an idiot, the four (or five, I suppose) of us went to this place on the pier where they serve a drink called the Mean Tai. It’s like a mai tai but twice as strong. Both of my parents and Matt had that and I got a drink called the Tropical Itch or something like that. All I know is that my mom and I were drunk and annoying and it was fabulous. Oh, also, my drink came with a backscratcher in it. Amazing.
Saturday we got all packed up. We decided not to rent a Uhaul, so we crammed everything into my car, Matt’s car and my stepdad’s truck. Then we headed up to Sacramento. The ride would have been boring as I was crammed in my car alone, but between my book on tape and the stuff in the passenger seat falling on me periodically, I was quite entertained. You know what is weird? When the guy narrating your book on tape is also in one of your favorite tv shows. And the fact that he doesn’t change his voice very much for any of the characters except for the token black guy, who the narrator gets really into voicing. I was cracking up. You know what else is weird? Narrated sex scenes that involve quadriplegics and a woman who bought a book titled something along the lines of The Broken Lover. I almost peed myself. Anyway, the trip took roughly 7 hours including several stops, but we all made it. I just have to figure out what the hell to do now!
