| vacation is over, and my liver is missing |
[Jul. 29th, 2009|03:34 pm] |
- so its beautiful out.. and its my first day back in the office.
i had a lovely 1.5 weeks away.
my family packed up and got on a boat and went to an island.... called newfoundland..
how come nothing ever goes as planned, when planning a vacation??
lets recap
Day 1. friday nite, sittin around a fire drinkin some wine.. went down really goood.. went home.. dog ran away. My dog is not street smart, or nice enough to return to me when being called... this lead to a drunken run around my neighbourhood in flip flops.. in the end i counted 2 slip n dips, which bruised only one side,, one scuff, trip and catch yourself in a driveway.. end result there was only a bloody cut up foot. When i decided to end my lovely evening drunkin run, my puppy decided to do the same... and home we went.. only to then have boyfriend run away also.. lucky for him i was too sore and tired to run after him up the street with his leash.. so i just stayed home and let the anger boil within.
Day 2. pack pack pack.. or at least thats what was planned, instead it was sleep nap sleep nap, food.. take the puppy to her doggie hotel while we are gone away, food, and then Laundry, because there was nothing clean to pack. PS anger for the run away BF was still fuming.
Day 3. up nice and early, Ferry delayed, Back to the ferry terminal, Ferry again delayed, went back home, back to the ferry,, and still even more so delayed.. My lovely morning crossing and the ability to whale watch was now turned into evening, over crowded, majorly pissed off trip on water. If we had known it was goin to take all night, we would have rented a bedroom on the boat to relax, but thats not what happened. Id Also like to know why i cant strap my kid to a chair and go solve all my problems in the lounge with some beers. After all, its the ferry that fucked up,, i was entitled to a few drinks... Eventually we found the hidden 7th floor movie room.. got comphy while movies played. My daughter made some friends and happily annoyed their parents rather then her own. Highlight of the trip - They Announced they were playing Twilight on the 7th deck movie room.. Hidden location rooont.. how ever, my 5 year old announced to the entired room that "Thats my Mommy's Boyfriend on the Screen,,, his name is Edward" I should hire her to PR for me. Eventually the boat docked, 3 hours longer then normal and 12 hours behind schedule. I was then ccrammed into the car for a nice dark ride on a moose infected highway.
Day 4. Im on family overload. there is no where to escape. I now belive that when you close your eyes, or turn on your mp3 player,, its a hidden signal given to others near you that you would like to strike up a conversation.. **note to others - Ignore this hidden signal.. its broken and giving you the wrong assumption.
6 hours of driving and we reach my fathers house. I can no longer be within a 10 foot radius of my family.. I leave to visit friends.. and return with Wine.. Let the vacation begin.. fire at the beach with people i dont know, and then fire in my fathers back yard.. 2 bottles of great italian wine...
Day 5. My head hurts, apparently i invited people for supper, and need to get food. The malls are very few stores, and its hard to get anything done when the boyfriend gets a case of the After Drinks Shits.. Day was spent looking for bathrooms and false alarms. A nap before supper is required.. Ahhhh Guests cant make it to supper.. SCORE!, TV and Bed...
Day 6. Im filing a restraining over against my beloved family. I run away again to a friends. Food and then beeeeeers.. Lots of beers.. Too many beers in fact. Its amazing how drinking brings out the love. Maybe id be nicer at work if i was permitted a few bottles of wine through out the day..
Day 7. SPA Day! Need i say more.. Bride to be and MOH, getting a rub down. Then off to stuff our newly polished and smooth body with some greasy Don Cherry's Bar Food..
...cont...
Day 8. what id give to sleep in.. to just lay there in my knickers, tangled in the sheets with medusa hair.. but no.. thats not what vacations are about.
Getting up and convincing my 5 year old to get her hair brushed, is like trying to blow down the brick house the 3 little pigs built... pointless.. so off we go for a late breakfast, with the child who looks homeless.
Then i get to escape the family!.. off i run to meet up with the bride to head out to the town she's gettin married in.. we are off to decorate!!!! after we go get her some knickers, and stop at her brothers and make sure we meet up with her sister... then we finially get on the road... to not go anywhere on the road... construction.. WTF.... lsending anoymous messages to her neice 7 cars back about her personal hygine helped me pass some time.
Decorating and then Rehersal... i know 2 people, the bride and 1 brides maid.. hurmmm.. dress rehersal done! Back to the town we came from, drop off the child with the grandparents and off to the hotel for late night beers and Greco Pizza... mmmmmmmm
Day 9. wedding day wedding day wedding day
first to arrive at the hair salon.. only one to arrive on time..
make me pretty baby!!! then its make up time, some running around, doing one bridemaid's nails, doing some make up, and puttin on my toe nails..( which by the way were a fail.. i had a hard time removin the previous nail polish, red in color, so it looked like someone stomped on my poor toes and they were bloody... oh well.. )Then we need some food.. nothin like showin up at rotten ronnies with pretty hair, or a veil.. i had to snap photos of this also. it to me was kinda funny lol.. so the heat was unbearable this day.. which didnt work well with the kiddies.. we stopped at a look out for some pictures in our grub clothes with pretty hair, then off to get ready at a house. make up and more make up.. i must say.. we did look all purdy with my excelent make up artist skillzzzz. some pictures and some dresses added with some shoes.. we were stunning.. all that was needed was some cold beer, which was prohibited before the wedding.. wedding went great. i told the best man to make sure he signed the correct spot on the marriage papers,, so that way me and him didnt end up married instead of the bride and groom. Now off to get more pictures taken.. 2 other weddings decided to go to the same location as us.. lovely.. where are those cold beers??? Headin back to the house for more pictures.. the grooms men decided to drive by and inform me that they all had a cold beer in their hands from the cooler in their truck... they were from tht point on, known as bastards! We all arrive at the house for more photos, only problem was.. we were missing the newly wedded and the photographers. The Basters Let me drink their beer.. i do belive i owe a few blow jobs for the nice jesture!! Pictures beer pictures beer, lost a toe nail, flower girls loosing flowers, beer, Off to the Hall for Supper and Reception. Champainge went down great, speaches were made.. more beer was needed. The Boyfriend shows up with my parents. I informed him i was picking up a groomsman. BF told said GM he can have me, but im high maintenance. And we all danced, and drank beers. The end of the end was a 30 min cab ride home, inwhich the boyfriend is incapable of holding his booze and we have to pull over so he can release the over flow of drinks and lunch on the side of the road. Returning to the hotel we realize that he also covered himself in his last meal. Heading to our room, i left strict instructions - Either Swallow it or Hold it In.. or you were sleepin out in the hallway. Needless to say, i didnt sleep much that nite....
Day 10. $50 hair do's stay in place!! Boyfriend tryin to figure out what he needs to buy me to make me not angry at him any longer.. Father picks us up, we get food. Boyfriend is known as Ralph for the rest of the day.. What a lazy day.. Supppose to leave at noon,, that wasnt happening, rebooked our ferry home, and took a much needed nap!! |
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