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I don't know about this. Ingrid wanted to make the travel arrangements and I was in a hurry to get to Veronica at the club so I agreed to letting her handling it. Of course, stupidly, I assumed she'd include hotel accommodations when making the arrangements to visit Belle and Indie in Sunnydale, California. Because, seriously, that is what normal people with manners do, right?
Why the hell did I assume that Ingrid would choose now to be normal and exhibit manners? It wasn't until we get off the plane and through security in California (I got security checked in Worchester and in California, do I look like a security risk or does my body scream frisk me? I'm willing to go with the body screaming frisk me theory.) and over to bag check before Ingrid mentioned that she couldn't wait to surprise India and Isabella and hoped Belle had enough room for us.
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Shit. So, we're just going to show up on their door step and expect my sisters to put us up during the holiday weekend. Put all four of us up. Yeah, excellent travel arrangements there, Ingrid. I've already got a back up plan. There has to be a bar some place in town and I'll just excuse myself when things get tense and head to the bar. That way I can depend on the kindness of a pretty stranger to house me rather than inconveniencing my older sisters. It has the added benefits of sex with a pretty stranger and missing out on the Hicks family bitch fest too. It's a good plan. I'm kind of proud of it.
I love my family, I really do, but there is a reason the six of us shouldn't be together in closed in spaces. Seriously conflicting personalities and the next thing you know it's just uncomfortable tension followed by India wanting to kill Ingrid. I can already predict how this will go down, but I'm a sucker for Nicky and Irene and when they tag team me, what choice did I have besides saying, yeah I'll go?
I give myself two hours tops before I'm slipping out the back door at Belle's place and using my keen sense of tracking beer to find me a bar to hang out in. If things are real tense, I'll grab Indie and make her go with me. That at least will keep Ingrid from dying and Isabella from having to arrange her funeral. See? I told you that I love my family.
Why the hell did I assume that Ingrid would choose now to be normal and exhibit manners? It wasn't until we get off the plane and through security in California (I got security checked in Worchester and in California, do I look like a security risk or does my body scream frisk me? I'm willing to go with the body screaming frisk me theory.) and over to bag check before Ingrid mentioned that she couldn't wait to surprise India and Isabella and hoped Belle had enough room for us.
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Shit. So, we're just going to show up on their door step and expect my sisters to put us up during the holiday weekend. Put all four of us up. Yeah, excellent travel arrangements there, Ingrid. I've already got a back up plan. There has to be a bar some place in town and I'll just excuse myself when things get tense and head to the bar. That way I can depend on the kindness of a pretty stranger to house me rather than inconveniencing my older sisters. It has the added benefits of sex with a pretty stranger and missing out on the Hicks family bitch fest too. It's a good plan. I'm kind of proud of it.
I love my family, I really do, but there is a reason the six of us shouldn't be together in closed in spaces. Seriously conflicting personalities and the next thing you know it's just uncomfortable tension followed by India wanting to kill Ingrid. I can already predict how this will go down, but I'm a sucker for Nicky and Irene and when they tag team me, what choice did I have besides saying, yeah I'll go?
I give myself two hours tops before I'm slipping out the back door at Belle's place and using my keen sense of tracking beer to find me a bar to hang out in. If things are real tense, I'll grab Indie and make her go with me. That at least will keep Ingrid from dying and Isabella from having to arrange her funeral. See? I told you that I love my family.