the rest of the weekend

It wasn’t all failed suicide attempts and laundry.  I did get out of town for a spell.  My sister and I headed out for a little mini-holiday- the trip sort of went down with mixed results.

The first negative was the decision to get Chinese take-out.  My sister and I are not exactly the best-matched travelling companions.  I suppose our differences have been exaggerated over the years as our respective husbands have settled us into our own distinct sets of habits.  I wanted to go out to something like a bar and grill for maybe a drink and a smallish meal.  She wanted the whole vision of take-out boxes and chop sticks in front of the television and I, being the big sister, gave in easily thinking that television and preservatives are two things I don’t really get so much of these days.

We decided on take-out from the only place we could find a menu from: the worst restaurant in the entire world.  I may not be exaggerating.  The food received, all dishes, tasted exactly like the crusty, burnt, greasey scrapings from an old grill.  Even the rice tasted like burnt toast!  The sauce?  It all tasted like salt!! The consistency of EVERYTHING?  Hard rubber.   We took a few bites each and gave up.  After the first bite reached my stomach my appetite was effectively extinguished and did not return for the entire weekend.

The roller rink that I had set my heart on has apparently been closed down for some time.

We spent some time in the hot tub.  I worried about my insides cooking. I only really enjoy that sort of thing if it is contrasted with really cold air or something.  I wasn’t really fond of sitting in hot, chemically smelling water in a hot, bright room.

The pool was full of children throwing balls so that sort of got crossed off of the agenda.   We watched some television.  We don’t have the same taste in television… not at all.  I am used to watching it with Joe.  Our tastes have merged to the point where program choices can be made without speaking.  My sister and I have to discuss these things until my jaw hurts.  It sort of hurt from trying to chew that food anyway….

The bed was comfy.  I ended up reading part of the “Book of Mormon” that I found in the nightstand.

I was very excited to get to eat cereal with skim milk for breakfast.  I am just so not fun sometimes, right?  My sister wanted to go out for breakfast.  I wanted to eat in the sun and look out the window… I don’t know… we didn’t get that part of the day off on a good foot.  I don’t think that is natural to wake up with people who aren’t the same people one wakes up to every other day of one’s life….

What did go well was the discovery of a second hand store where I immediately went nuts and purchased two pairs of shoes, a skirt, three shirts, and some clothes for my husband.  I was moving along to the books and records area when I saw that my sister looked like she was in serious pain.  I accompanied her to a ‘real’ store and bought an ‘etch-a-sketch’ for my son.

I realize just how damn hard it is for me to function without my son and my husband for an extended period of time.  I miss my son (and his little kissy cheeks) to a probably not sane extent.  I think I annoyed him with kisses when I got home.  He dug the toy!

I hope my sister does not hate me.  I neglected to mention that we did have some fun with skin care and it is always exciting to find the worst of something that one will ever encounter.  I feel the discovery of the worst food in the world really was an event.  My sister was telling me that her Egg McMuffin from McDonalds was like a religious experience after eating that shit.

I am home and a little sad that I did not get any sort of skating in. It seems I have been on this great quest (without really even being aware so much) to skate.  Ice, roller… Sigh.

And the rest of this weekend? Well! The sun is shining!!!  I am so f***ing happy to get out there with my guys and walk around.  Coffee!  I need coffee and sunlight!  Life has just been a little too weird.