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apocalypsosHere's what happened in a nutshell from the time I left work:
-- Went to Panera, had a nice quick quiet dinner, shame it was the last peaceful moment I'd have for the rest of the night.
-- Attempted to drive home when car overheated. Having never had a car overheat before, called my dad for advice. He said I would have to let the car cool for "a little while." Did not translate "a little while" into an actual time frame.
-- Managed to get over another hill and to the parking lot of a beer distributor, at which point the shit with my mom went down.
-- Got to McDonald's, posted to LJ, got the first of many texts from my brother asking if I could come pick him up early from work at midnight. MIDNIGHT. I can use his car. That's nice. I JUST TOLD YOU I'M STRANDED IN EYNON, STUPID. Urgh.
-- Waited an hour, got over ANOTHER hill, parking in a dealership lot, cracked and called my uncle who lives nearby. He came, gave me a hug -- how nice, my mom didn't even think to try that maneuver -- put some antifreeze in my car, and then proceeded to crawl along to his house, with the car continuously beeping at me that it was overheating the last few blocks.
-- Got a ride home from my uncle, got dropped off at my parents's house and picked up Bryan's car. It is now eleven o'clock at night and I am mentally and physically exhausted, so of COURSE I got into the car and drove the forty-five minute car ride to pick him up from work. Which turned into an hour until he got out because he couldn't leave until it was officially midnight. Which turned into an hour and a half to get the fuck home because he drove ten miles under the speed limit for some goddamn reason and then went out of his way to pick up a sandwich at Sheetz even though I must have looked like hammered shit at that point.
-- Got driven back home, at which point we swapped out and I drove his car home. It's entirely possible that as of today I have driven his car more in the past three weeks than he has.
-- My car is to be seen today by my uncle's mechanic, which is swell and all, but his assessment was that the car would probably need a new water pump. I bet on the alternator in two weeks rather than the water pump in three days, so clearly, I LOSE.
My favorite parts of last night include my aunt suggesting I move back in with my mother to save money (that argument is clearly invalid since I'll be throwing money I don't have at lawyers instead when I commit matricide), my uncle politely and pointedly not saying anything when I said, "Mom's nuts, I think we both know that. I mean, you grew up with the woman," aaaaaaand lecturing my brother on not calling women whores.
A new water pump. Jesus fucking-everybody-and-their-mechanic Christ.
This is my life:
-- Went to Panera, had a nice quick quiet dinner, shame it was the last peaceful moment I'd have for the rest of the night.
-- Attempted to drive home when car overheated. Having never had a car overheat before, called my dad for advice. He said I would have to let the car cool for "a little while." Did not translate "a little while" into an actual time frame.
-- Managed to get over another hill and to the parking lot of a beer distributor, at which point the shit with my mom went down.
-- Got to McDonald's, posted to LJ, got the first of many texts from my brother asking if I could come pick him up early from work at midnight. MIDNIGHT. I can use his car. That's nice. I JUST TOLD YOU I'M STRANDED IN EYNON, STUPID. Urgh.
-- Waited an hour, got over ANOTHER hill, parking in a dealership lot, cracked and called my uncle who lives nearby. He came, gave me a hug -- how nice, my mom didn't even think to try that maneuver -- put some antifreeze in my car, and then proceeded to crawl along to his house, with the car continuously beeping at me that it was overheating the last few blocks.
-- Got a ride home from my uncle, got dropped off at my parents's house and picked up Bryan's car. It is now eleven o'clock at night and I am mentally and physically exhausted, so of COURSE I got into the car and drove the forty-five minute car ride to pick him up from work. Which turned into an hour until he got out because he couldn't leave until it was officially midnight. Which turned into an hour and a half to get the fuck home because he drove ten miles under the speed limit for some goddamn reason and then went out of his way to pick up a sandwich at Sheetz even though I must have looked like hammered shit at that point.
-- Got driven back home, at which point we swapped out and I drove his car home. It's entirely possible that as of today I have driven his car more in the past three weeks than he has.
-- My car is to be seen today by my uncle's mechanic, which is swell and all, but his assessment was that the car would probably need a new water pump. I bet on the alternator in two weeks rather than the water pump in three days, so clearly, I LOSE.
My favorite parts of last night include my aunt suggesting I move back in with my mother to save money (that argument is clearly invalid since I'll be throwing money I don't have at lawyers instead when I commit matricide), my uncle politely and pointedly not saying anything when I said, "Mom's nuts, I think we both know that. I mean, you grew up with the woman," aaaaaaand lecturing my brother on not calling women whores.
A new water pump. Jesus fucking-everybody-and-their-mechanic Christ.
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Date: 2010-05-28 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-28 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-28 03:23 pm (UTC)Oh, to be a fly on the wall when your brother says you're not going to be at the barbeque and when they have to tell Gramma...
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Date: 2010-05-28 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-28 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-28 06:55 pm (UTC)...at this point you might want to look into getting a bicycle.