…and it was traumatic. Well not really.
|My inner self can't lie to you guys.|
We drove 4 hours to a neighboring city and stayed in a hotel room for two nights. The point of the trip was to go to a family baptism, but it was a mini-vacation for us. Filled with family on top of family and more family.
Here’s the 3 top things that traumatized me:
1. The Car Ride
My sister drove. (Yes, the one who is reading 50 Shades of Grey.) We had multiple discussions about when it would be best to leave. I strongly encouraged leaving earlier, because I knew we'd hit Friday-before-Memorial-Day-traffic in the afternoon. It happened like this:
2. The hotel room.
There were two double beds, and three of us.
See, I’m not really a fan of touching other people. With one exception, of course.
I did NOT want to share a bed with my sister. The conversation went something like this:
Me: They’re not even queens!
Sister: They’re not that bad. It’ll be fun
Me: No it won’t! I want my space!
Sister: C’mon, just try.
And then this happened:
In case you’re wondering, the sofa bed was NOT comfortable.
3. The Walk.
What walk, you ask? The one mile walk from the hotel to the baptism site that my mom and sister told me “wouldn’t be that bad.” See, normally I wouldn’t mind walking a mile. But not when I’m dressed up and it’s 90 degrees and sunny and humid.
|Use your imagination.|
We ended up at the church in a sweaty stinky mess. Of course, people wanted to take pictures. Can't wait to see those on facebook.
Guys, that was just the top three. There were plenty of other moments that I won’t get into, but needless to say, it was rough. There was a lot of texting like this:
Me: OEHSOFHLIRBNSDGgliseng flurgie
Me: I DON’T HAVE ANY!!!!
Boyfriend: Go get some.
Me: I’m laying on a piece of cardboard. This sucks. Worse than futon.
Me: I refuse to share a bed with my sis cuz she doesn’t wear pants.
Boyfriend: Take a pic.
Luckily, everything turned out okay. Mostly because we found a liquor store.