Christmas...
Hello Dearies. You know those slides on airplanes that you go down when there has been an emergency? Well, yes they are as fun as they look! You want me to start from the beginning you say? Alright then.
We got to London from Boston just fine. Very uneventful flight. I slept through most of it. Then we drove to Shewburyness(sp?) where my grandmother and aunt live. We stayed there for two days and three nights. The first two nights and first day were fine. Then my nephews and my niece arrived. NO ONE IN THE FAMILY CAN STAND THEM FOR MORE THAN A FEW HOURS!!!! I love my brother, I do. But his children make me want to travel back in time and kick him to stop him from procreating. My five year old niece stayed in my room that night. I stayed up till six in the morning finishing the school work that was due for tuesday while she slept smack in the middle of the bed. So when I finally climbed in on the far side, she started kicking me for invading her space. I eventually drifted off to sleep, and awoke at eight to see a gigantic Grace face leaning over me. I nearly screamed. Instead I rolled over and told her to go back to sleep. She whined at me until I got up to play with her. I then pushed her into Mac's room around nine because I couldn't take it anymore and he was up. He was already dealing with Archie and Alex (nephews), what can one more hurt? I went back to bed and was woken again around twelve. I got up and drove all the way from Shewburyness to Gatwick airport (not a fun trip) with my sister (whom I do adore) and fell into bed at the airport hotel around four. I woke up the next day at seven- shows how tired I was!- to get ready for our flight to Gibraltar. That got delayed from ten until one. We then got on the flight, and were told it was too stormy to land in Gib, so we got diverted to land in Malaga, Spain, about an hour away from the Gib airport. We landed, came to a stop, then got struck by lightning. You think I'm kidding? No, seriously, lightning! The plane was smoking and everything! We did not catch fire, but they evacuated us anyway. Here is an article about it. So the slides come out and I climbed out of the window and had to slide down the slide into an enormous puddle, in the middle of torrential rain and winds. My dad went before me and he fell face first =). I managed to rescue my backpack and take it with me, so I was alright if a little wet from landing on my ass. I swear there is NO traction on those slides. Going down was fun! The landing was not. So afterward we stood there in the rain for about fifteen minutes until they brought a bus over. We stood on the bus for about half an hour until that brought us to the Malaga airport. There we waited three and a half hours for our baggage. THREE AND A HALF HOURS! IT WAS FUCKING HELL! Then they piled us all on to Coach buses (I swear if I hear another snappy older woman or tranny chitter at me in that fucking language one more time I am going to punch them in the ovaries), drove to the Gib airport, made us go through Immigration twice, then made us wait for our bags again. Thankfully this time it was only about ten minutes. We then got in my sisters car and drove to the hotel, with some other bad but not awful events on the way. Yes, the last few days have been misery.
Today though has been rather nice. I woke up at twelve, walked with my dad and sister across the border to Spain, got my nails done and a nice hot chocolate. Then went to my Dad's ex-wife's apartment for Christmas Eve dinner. That was okay. Albert, my sister's uncle, fits right along with the rest of the wonderfully funny drunks that comprise my family. Otherwise, have been doing homework and writing college apps. Fun, yes?
We got to London from Boston just fine. Very uneventful flight. I slept through most of it. Then we drove to Shewburyness(sp?) where my grandmother and aunt live. We stayed there for two days and three nights. The first two nights and first day were fine. Then my nephews and my niece arrived. NO ONE IN THE FAMILY CAN STAND THEM FOR MORE THAN A FEW HOURS!!!! I love my brother, I do. But his children make me want to travel back in time and kick him to stop him from procreating. My five year old niece stayed in my room that night. I stayed up till six in the morning finishing the school work that was due for tuesday while she slept smack in the middle of the bed. So when I finally climbed in on the far side, she started kicking me for invading her space. I eventually drifted off to sleep, and awoke at eight to see a gigantic Grace face leaning over me. I nearly screamed. Instead I rolled over and told her to go back to sleep. She whined at me until I got up to play with her. I then pushed her into Mac's room around nine because I couldn't take it anymore and he was up. He was already dealing with Archie and Alex (nephews), what can one more hurt? I went back to bed and was woken again around twelve. I got up and drove all the way from Shewburyness to Gatwick airport (not a fun trip) with my sister (whom I do adore) and fell into bed at the airport hotel around four. I woke up the next day at seven- shows how tired I was!- to get ready for our flight to Gibraltar. That got delayed from ten until one. We then got on the flight, and were told it was too stormy to land in Gib, so we got diverted to land in Malaga, Spain, about an hour away from the Gib airport. We landed, came to a stop, then got struck by lightning. You think I'm kidding? No, seriously, lightning! The plane was smoking and everything! We did not catch fire, but they evacuated us anyway. Here is an article about it. So the slides come out and I climbed out of the window and had to slide down the slide into an enormous puddle, in the middle of torrential rain and winds. My dad went before me and he fell face first =). I managed to rescue my backpack and take it with me, so I was alright if a little wet from landing on my ass. I swear there is NO traction on those slides. Going down was fun! The landing was not. So afterward we stood there in the rain for about fifteen minutes until they brought a bus over. We stood on the bus for about half an hour until that brought us to the Malaga airport. There we waited three and a half hours for our baggage. THREE AND A HALF HOURS! IT WAS FUCKING HELL! Then they piled us all on to Coach buses (I swear if I hear another snappy older woman or tranny chitter at me in that fucking language one more time I am going to punch them in the ovaries), drove to the Gib airport, made us go through Immigration twice, then made us wait for our bags again. Thankfully this time it was only about ten minutes. We then got in my sisters car and drove to the hotel, with some other bad but not awful events on the way. Yes, the last few days have been misery.
Today though has been rather nice. I woke up at twelve, walked with my dad and sister across the border to Spain, got my nails done and a nice hot chocolate. Then went to my Dad's ex-wife's apartment for Christmas Eve dinner. That was okay. Albert, my sister's uncle, fits right along with the rest of the wonderfully funny drunks that comprise my family. Otherwise, have been doing homework and writing college apps. Fun, yes?