Busy week coming up, so this might be my last post for a while. (Not that I post regularly or often anyway....) I'm headed into the city tomorrow for Slim Cessna's Auto Club (:D) with both Lil Bros, plus two friends; and then I'm off to Colorado for a week on Thursday. We'll be driving to Deadwood for two days while I'm there AND I'M SO EXCITED FOR THAT LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
In honor of fun summer holidays, I thought I'd share a story of one of our family holiday fails. I'm pretty sure
you can't go through childhood without at least one of those horrific family
vacations that ends in years of nightmares for everyone involved.
(If you have
managed to reach adulthood without experiencing such a thing, I firmly believe
that lowers your chances of surviving the zombie apocalypse by like 50%.)
For as long as I
live, I will never again set foot in Hershey Park,
Sesame Place, or a Best Western motel.
Never.
In the summer of
1997, my Cousin F came out from Ireland for a couple weeks (actually I think that particular
summer was when she went on the Christian Slater and then the he-who-must-not-be-named movie kick).
Mum decided we should all go away somewhere fun and exciting for a long weekend
while Cousin F was here, so she could do actual vacation things instead of the
two of us putzing around the house and the pool for 2 weeks.
We left on a
Friday night--Mum, me (12), Cousin F (15), Big Sis#2 (25), and Lil Sis (2) to
take the three-hour drive to Hershey, PA.
When Lil Sis was
that age, she was the BIGGEST EFFING BRAT IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE. This
is entirely Mum's fault, because even though Mum raised me and Big Sisters #1
and 2 with intense militaristic discipline, she spoiled Lil Sis rotten and
always did whatever she asked. (I think by then Mum was just lazy and fed
up and sick of parenting, so she just did that to shut Lil Sis up, which is
basically the biggest parenting fail ever.)
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| if only |
Ten minutes into
the car ride, Lil Sis demanded that Mum put the
Barney tape on. That
tape was half an hour of soul crushing songs from the TV show.
And we had to
listen to it for THE ENTIRE CAR RIDE.
Because if Mum
put the regular radio back on, Lil Sis would whine and/or cry. And that meant Lil Sis was
unhappy, which in Mum's mind, was absolutely not allowed. Never mind that her
other two children and her niece were being tortured.
But it wasn't
just three hours of Barney. It was closer to FIVE, because Mum has the worst
sense of direction ever and we got totally lost, and this was before cell
phones and navigation systems and google maps were invented. By the time we
finally arrived at the Best Western, Cousin F was banging her head on the car
window, Big Sis#2 was extremely carsick, I was bordering on suicidal, and all
three of us wanted Lil Sis dead.
In the Best
Western, we were greeted by a person in a giant dog suit.
That thing
stalked me and Cousin F the whole time we were there. (Idk what it is about the
two of us attracting stalkers in animal suits...)
I sh*t you
not--it was in the elevator every time we went to use it;
and when we
tried to escape it by using the stairs instead, it was always there
sneaking up behind us or lurking around every corner. It was in the dining room
when we tried to get our free continental breakfast. Cousin F almost killed it
when we went to the vending machines the second night, because she opened the
door for the stairs and THERE WAS THE CREEPY EFFING DOG
So she hurled
the door closed fast enough and with enough force to knock it down the stairs
and we ran back to our room.
On Saturday morning,
we set off for Hershey Park.
I don't want to
sound ungrateful for all of Mum's efforts at doing fun family things, but I
have to say that her choices in location were never very well thought out. Lil
Sis was too small to go on most rides and she was afraid of everything. Big
Sis#2, Cousin F, and I didn't like rides at all and wouldn't go on anything
more intense than the teacups (and still won't). All of us except Lil Sis hated Hershey's
chocolate (except for Peanut Butter Cups, I'll eat those by the truckload). So in
Hershey Park, we had some trouble in finding fun things for all of us to do.
And then around
lunch time, they abandoned me in the bathrooms.
We all took a
bathroom break and Mum had to change Lil Sis (despite everyone's best efforts,
she wasn't fully potty trained until age 4, and by then she was changing her
own diapers). I thought we were all meeting again outside the bathroom, but
when I got outside, my family was nowhere to be found.
I was one of
those tweenagers who refused to ask for help in these kinds of situations, so I
wandered the park in search of either my family or security for half an hour before I gave up, found a shady spot by the food court, and sat and read
(I was also one of those nerdy kids who always had a book with them). Mum &
company were frantically looking for me, and eventually Cousin
F spotted me reading at my table. (Why they left me in the bathroom in the
first place remains a mystery.) Mum was in a state of total mental collapse by
then, so we left Hershey Park and went back to the Best Western.
We ate the nasty
room service dinner, took Lil Sis down to the sketchfest of a pool, hid from the
person in the dog suit, and then while Mum was trying to get Lil Sis to go to
sleep in the next room, me, Cousin F, and Big Sis#2 had an epic pillow fight,
Mum screamed at us, and the hotel manager came up and yelled at her to please
keep her rowdy family under control or they'd kick us out.
Sunday morning,
we took the two hour drive to Sesame Place. Big Sis#2 and I had removed the Barney tape from the car and destroyed it, so instead of two hours of
Barney music, we got two hours of Lil Sis crying and complaining.
Sesame Place is
a water park, and thus was just as big a fail as Hershey Park, because Cousin F
and I can't swim, Mum won't swim, and Big Sis#2 won't even go near a body of
water larger than a bucket because she has an intense fear of sharks.
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| I've posted that on her facebook at least twice... |
Then for
whatever reason, Lil Sis was completely, maniacally, and ridiculously PETRIFIED
of the Count. So after lunch,
Mum was like feck it and we just went home.
BUT THE FUN WASN'T OVER. Several days later, we all discovered that we had
intestinal parasites.
Y'all know I have issues with that. That is how I acquired my first ever prescription for sedatives.
I don't know if
we got them at Hershey, Sesame, or in the motel. I don't care. As far as I'm
concerned, all three of them are infested with parasites.
I shall catch up with y'all when I return from the wild west. Hope the rest of you topside are enjoying your summer! And for those of you enjoying the winter, FEEL MY BURNING JEALOUSY.
<3
