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Jul. 29th, 2003 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
person4Ok, now that I'm at home (phew!) I elaborate on why I wanted to go home so much.
The original plan was that me and my mom would go on a mother-daughter trip to either Mackinaw Island or Stratford (Canada). Unfortunately she told her family, and that's where it began the inevitable path towards being my Worst Vacation Ever. Aunt Kerry joins in, which is okay. The my grandma decides to join in.
I neither like, nor love my grandma. I could quite happily live the rest of my life without ever seeing her again, and for the past few years I've done just that.
Right away she declares we won't go to either of the places we'd planned on, because she didn't want to be stuck in a car that long. Of course, because of her bitching we end up getting almost to Mackinaw, but never actually went there.
I only wanted to go on vacation to go to those places. If this'd been on the fly I would have dropped out right then, but my mom was looking forward to it so I gritted my teeth and went along with it. The fact that she promised me all the Pocky my little heart could handle for the way up and that she'd make sure we'd stay somewhere with horseback riding (the big draw of the Island) were what really cinched it.
Day of going to grandmas comes up (we stayed the night there before going on vacation), mom refuses to stop at Wizzywigs to fulfill her Pocky promise. This, on top of the fact that as soon as I was in grandma's presence and realize my memories of her are dull compared to how much I really can't stand being around her and the fact I didn't sleep well the night before and being overtired making me overemotional cumulates in my bursting into tears for the first time in years (discounting worm-induced tears since those are caused by abject terror and can't be helped). Plan on going home with my little brothers, but there's a bunch of crap waiting us in the house that they need to bring back in the backseat so there's no room.
Sleep on the couch. Second night in a row where I don't sleep well.
We leave early, drive across the state for 4-5 hours (and how the hell that happened when it only takes 6-8 hours to get to Kentucky from here and the traffic was fine is beyond me) to Saugatuck. On the upside this is apparently the gay capital of Michigan. On the downside I'm deep in the closet IRL due to scarily prejudiced family, and I can hardly sneak off to the Dunes Resort and check out the scene without being noticed.
Wander off on my own, and am still limping due to the nasty blister I got without noticing.
Maybe I'll rant more one day, though the whole thing would mostly be me getting more and more annoyed with my grandma until I finally had to stay the hell away from her lest I stab her with the nearest sharp object.
The original plan was that me and my mom would go on a mother-daughter trip to either Mackinaw Island or Stratford (Canada). Unfortunately she told her family, and that's where it began the inevitable path towards being my Worst Vacation Ever. Aunt Kerry joins in, which is okay. The my grandma decides to join in.
I neither like, nor love my grandma. I could quite happily live the rest of my life without ever seeing her again, and for the past few years I've done just that.
Right away she declares we won't go to either of the places we'd planned on, because she didn't want to be stuck in a car that long. Of course, because of her bitching we end up getting almost to Mackinaw, but never actually went there.
I only wanted to go on vacation to go to those places. If this'd been on the fly I would have dropped out right then, but my mom was looking forward to it so I gritted my teeth and went along with it. The fact that she promised me all the Pocky my little heart could handle for the way up and that she'd make sure we'd stay somewhere with horseback riding (the big draw of the Island) were what really cinched it.
Day of going to grandmas comes up (we stayed the night there before going on vacation), mom refuses to stop at Wizzywigs to fulfill her Pocky promise. This, on top of the fact that as soon as I was in grandma's presence and realize my memories of her are dull compared to how much I really can't stand being around her and the fact I didn't sleep well the night before and being overtired making me overemotional cumulates in my bursting into tears for the first time in years (discounting worm-induced tears since those are caused by abject terror and can't be helped). Plan on going home with my little brothers, but there's a bunch of crap waiting us in the house that they need to bring back in the backseat so there's no room.
Sleep on the couch. Second night in a row where I don't sleep well.
We leave early, drive across the state for 4-5 hours (and how the hell that happened when it only takes 6-8 hours to get to Kentucky from here and the traffic was fine is beyond me) to Saugatuck. On the upside this is apparently the gay capital of Michigan. On the downside I'm deep in the closet IRL due to scarily prejudiced family, and I can hardly sneak off to the Dunes Resort and check out the scene without being noticed.
Wander off on my own, and am still limping due to the nasty blister I got without noticing.
Maybe I'll rant more one day, though the whole thing would mostly be me getting more and more annoyed with my grandma until I finally had to stay the hell away from her lest I stab her with the nearest sharp object.
