| | Okay, well, it was a day.
It was at my Aunt Sissy's house (yes, Sissy), which is in Gardenerville or about an hour from Reno. Frank and I rushed out the door, sure my parents were going to beat us, they didn't. They didn't show up for another four hours (traffic was awful apparently). So Austin, Aaron, Frank and I watched Scooby-Doo (nearly two full movies. Apparently there weren't ghosts in Hawaii or Egypt. They foiled those badguys' nefarious deeds with their meddling, they foiled them but good!). We ate a decent dinner and then we all went to hang out upstairs. Frank and Austin hung out, and drank (Frank brought Jagermeister and beer, I had some Jager, not much), I floated between their room and Aaron's where he beat Destroy All Humans! I did really well on the presents, I got a lot of stuff, lots of dress clothes and scarves. Unfortunatly my family believes me to have grown to moose size here in Reno, nothing they got me fit right (am currently in pajamas that are large enough for another me to fit inside). So now I've got beautiful clothes that fit like tents, I hope they shrink down to human size. I'm trying really hard not to take this size screw up as an insult (like when my mom bought me underwear, really cute huge underwear that nearly fall off my butt and look awful on me. I think she was trying to ruin my sex life).
Anyway, so Frank and Austin decide to go on a walk sometime between ten thirty and eleven, and Aaron and I aren't invited. So we head downstairs and tell stories with the adults. Aaron is a horrendous exaggerator, it's annoying (and he told a story that happened to me, like it happened to him, and I think really believed it wasn't -me-. No one ever calls him on this lying, and that bugs me!). My uncle Jerry goes to bed around eleven thirty. No Frank and Austin. Around midnight, we're starting to wonder, where the heck are they? I go upstairs and check the bottle of Jager, it's nearly empty. They managed to drink most of a 750ml bottle between the two of them (minus my two shots worth), plus a beer a piece. So around twelve thirty, my dad goes to look for them with Aaron (who knows the neighborhood). They still don't show up, as I'm sneaking the bottle downstairs to put in my car, my mom sees it, so I tell her. Now she's really worried. One thirty no Frank and Austin, two am, no Frank and Austin. My dad and Aaron went out three times looking for them. They found Frank's beer can, but nothing else. Now, we wake up my uncle Jerry, and he starts to get ready to look for them (it's raining now and very very windy).
They show up at two thirty just before the guys go to head out again. Austin is drunk, Frank is pissed.
As I know from personal experience, my cousin Austin is a complete and utter asshole when drunk, he's unreasonable, he's loud, he wants to destroy things, he doesn't give a shit about anyone. He got lost, and Frank didn't know where my aunt lived (had never been there before), they didn't have a phone, Austin insisted that every cardinal direction at every intersection was the way to go. Frank was so pissed at him he nearly hit him over and over again. They finally called the cops (Austin's celphone isn't registered, but it still dials 911) and got a ride.
But of course, I've been worried about them for hours, so I'm pissed. Frank and I had a little fight, and I wouldn't even talk to Austin (what's the point, he's drunk). We made up, and then crashed on the floor for like five hours before heading home.
The only person who enjoyed the proceedings was Aaron who thought driving in a car at night to look for his brother was the most exciting thing ever (he's 13, honest!), the amount of enthusiasm he showed was frankly unseemly.
But whatever, we're home now and I don't have to go see family for a while!
Also, even though I worked today, I have tomorrow off!
YAY!
PS contrary to my personal beliefs, the shopping season doesn't stop with Christmas Eve, it goes through January.
GODDAMNIT.
posted by Amber at 2:11 AM
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