Felis Takes Boston, part 1
Ok, here we go.
Wednesday 30th November
Left work at around 1 PM since that was the time my mother and I had talked about meeting at her home. I get there, my sis who is studying for exams lets me in. No mum. "Oh, she should be here soon." I walk into the livingroom. Bags and stuff everywhere. "She hasn't packed yet?" "No. She never does until the last minute." Ooookaaay. I wait. And wait. And wait. A quarter to 2 she comes in. "Oh, we have plenty of time." Lalala, lazily walking around putting stuff away, changing clothes, putting on make-up. "Mum!" "Yeah, yeah. Relax. Plenty of time." Carry her bag out into the car, say goodbye to sis who is probably already planning how to have time to study AND have a party the same weekend. Drive to hubby's work so he can drive us to the airport. Mucho traffico. Realise I forgot the camera. Stop by our house to get camera. Drive on.
Mum: So who are these girls you're gonna meet? Are they from your mommie list?
Me: Erm... no. They're from.... another list.
Mum: Oh, the vampire fan thing.
Me: *blinks* Yes? (How the hell does she know about that?)
Mum: Well, that will be nice. Not crazy people I hope.
Me: *still in shock about the vampire thing* No, they're lesbians.
Mum: *actually smirking, the wench* Maybe you should take your mum with you as chaperon then.
Me: They're married!!
Mum: Still.
Me thinking: I will never survive this trip. *headdesk* (Only mentally because hello, still in car)
Get to the airport. Say goodbye to hubby *sniffs* and in we go. Straight to have coffee at our favourite café which has a shop at the airport as well. Nope, closed, just for today. Damn. Go eat boring stuff and bad coffee at the other place. *sulks*
Shopping. Buy anti-wrinkling cream cos I'm getting old and wrinkly. Buy sweets cos I'm fat anyway. Buy alcohol to survive 5 days with mum. Buy little puffin snowglobe for the non-crazy vampire fanatic lesbians.
On to the airplane. Way back, row 33, seats B and C. No one comes for seat A. Yay! My brother's wife who works at the airline company got us three seats all by ourselves. Aaahhh. *stretches out, plugs in to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, eats sweets*
Boring but okay food. Take up porn book. Write 1/3 of that Lindsey story.
Mum: What are you writing?
Me: Something.
Mum: Novel or short story?
Me: Short story.
Mum: *smirks*
Me: *freaks out a bit more*
Time ticking. Fill out that paper thingy for customs. Nope, I never participated in a genocide. Nope, never took part in WWII on the nazi side. *rolls eyes* How old do you think I am? *puts on anti-wrinkling cream* Nope, not planning a terrorist attack. (I mean seriously, would I tell them?)
Zzzz.... Oh, look! We're there.
Out of the plane, go through customs. Custom guy flirts. (Hey at my age smiling means flirting.) Wait while mum flirts with her customs guy. Told I can't wait but have to 'move along'. "But... my mum?" "Move along, please." Reluctantly walk along long hall and down escalators and to the baggage area, repeatedly looking back for mum. No mum. Wait. No mum. How much flirting are they allowed to do? *imagines mum at third base* Eeeww. Mum comes. "They're always so chatty." Uhuh.
Get bags. Go take bus. Drunken Icelandic men on bus. Realise we've taken the wrong bus, going around and around the airport instead of to the trainstation. Get off bus and away from drunken Icelandic guys. Take right bus. Take train. Get out at Copley Square. It's just right over there. Walk. Walk. Walk. "Strange. It's supposed to be right here." Finally find it after walking two times around the block at the corner where we started. Ask for laptop. No laptop there yet. Drop off bags. Flip through 55 TV-stations. Nothing good. Apply make-up and more anti wrinkle cream. I'm not sure it's working. *frowns* More wrinkles.
Go out to find something to eat. "Oh, let's go in here." Marshall's. Get an inkling of what it's like shopping with mum. Finally go out almost an hour later. Find an Asian restaurant (Thai I think). Very nice food. Squid and stuff. A mountain of food. Beer. Eat, drink and be merry. Go to hotel. Flip through 55 channels again and again. Nothing on.Drink alcohol. Realise that by our time it's 4 in the morning. Sleep.
Next up, Thursday!
Wednesday 30th November
Left work at around 1 PM since that was the time my mother and I had talked about meeting at her home. I get there, my sis who is studying for exams lets me in. No mum. "Oh, she should be here soon." I walk into the livingroom. Bags and stuff everywhere. "She hasn't packed yet?" "No. She never does until the last minute." Ooookaaay. I wait. And wait. And wait. A quarter to 2 she comes in. "Oh, we have plenty of time." Lalala, lazily walking around putting stuff away, changing clothes, putting on make-up. "Mum!" "Yeah, yeah. Relax. Plenty of time." Carry her bag out into the car, say goodbye to sis who is probably already planning how to have time to study AND have a party the same weekend. Drive to hubby's work so he can drive us to the airport. Mucho traffico. Realise I forgot the camera. Stop by our house to get camera. Drive on.
Mum: So who are these girls you're gonna meet? Are they from your mommie list?
Me: Erm... no. They're from.... another list.
Mum: Oh, the vampire fan thing.
Me: *blinks* Yes? (How the hell does she know about that?)
Mum: Well, that will be nice. Not crazy people I hope.
Me: *still in shock about the vampire thing* No, they're lesbians.
Mum: *actually smirking, the wench* Maybe you should take your mum with you as chaperon then.
Me: They're married!!
Mum: Still.
Me thinking: I will never survive this trip. *headdesk* (Only mentally because hello, still in car)
Get to the airport. Say goodbye to hubby *sniffs* and in we go. Straight to have coffee at our favourite café which has a shop at the airport as well. Nope, closed, just for today. Damn. Go eat boring stuff and bad coffee at the other place. *sulks*
Shopping. Buy anti-wrinkling cream cos I'm getting old and wrinkly. Buy sweets cos I'm fat anyway. Buy alcohol to survive 5 days with mum. Buy little puffin snowglobe for the non-crazy vampire fanatic lesbians.
On to the airplane. Way back, row 33, seats B and C. No one comes for seat A. Yay! My brother's wife who works at the airline company got us three seats all by ourselves. Aaahhh. *stretches out, plugs in to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, eats sweets*
Boring but okay food. Take up porn book. Write 1/3 of that Lindsey story.
Mum: What are you writing?
Me: Something.
Mum: Novel or short story?
Me: Short story.
Mum: *smirks*
Me: *freaks out a bit more*
Time ticking. Fill out that paper thingy for customs. Nope, I never participated in a genocide. Nope, never took part in WWII on the nazi side. *rolls eyes* How old do you think I am? *puts on anti-wrinkling cream* Nope, not planning a terrorist attack. (I mean seriously, would I tell them?)
Zzzz.... Oh, look! We're there.
Out of the plane, go through customs. Custom guy flirts. (Hey at my age smiling means flirting.) Wait while mum flirts with her customs guy. Told I can't wait but have to 'move along'. "But... my mum?" "Move along, please." Reluctantly walk along long hall and down escalators and to the baggage area, repeatedly looking back for mum. No mum. Wait. No mum. How much flirting are they allowed to do? *imagines mum at third base* Eeeww. Mum comes. "They're always so chatty." Uhuh.
Get bags. Go take bus. Drunken Icelandic men on bus. Realise we've taken the wrong bus, going around and around the airport instead of to the trainstation. Get off bus and away from drunken Icelandic guys. Take right bus. Take train. Get out at Copley Square. It's just right over there. Walk. Walk. Walk. "Strange. It's supposed to be right here." Finally find it after walking two times around the block at the corner where we started. Ask for laptop. No laptop there yet. Drop off bags. Flip through 55 TV-stations. Nothing good. Apply make-up and more anti wrinkle cream. I'm not sure it's working. *frowns* More wrinkles.
Go out to find something to eat. "Oh, let's go in here." Marshall's. Get an inkling of what it's like shopping with mum. Finally go out almost an hour later. Find an Asian restaurant (Thai I think). Very nice food. Squid and stuff. A mountain of food. Beer. Eat, drink and be merry. Go to hotel. Flip through 55 channels again and again. Nothing on.Drink alcohol. Realise that by our time it's 4 in the morning. Sleep.
Next up, Thursday!