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went to Santa Cruz today and met Alex there. The last hour or so. Went on about three rides with him and then I got summoned by my parents who said they would be at this free concert thing. So me, Alex, Alex, and Bobby head over to where my parents said they'd be. We walk down the stairs to the beach, but we're surrounded by people on blankets and towels. So I say "okay, let's go up the stairs so we can find them over there" (or something along those lines), gesturing towards stairs/bleachers that towel-clad people are sitting on, directly in front of the stage where the concert would be. Little-brother-Alex says "can I walk on the sand and meet you?"
And being that he's Alex, and would be a little shit if he didn't get his way, I said "yeah, sure", thinking he and Bobby were going to walk the ten yards across the towel people, and then up the stairs to join us. When I got to the stairs, I called my parents because the weren't there ("we're on the carousel!") and then Bobby tells us he doesn't know where Alex (my little brother) is. So Bobby goes to look for Alex along the beach. And Alex and I stand where we had been so that when Bobby comes back, we're still there.
My parents finally show up and I tell them what happened. I tell my mom that Alex most likely walked all the way back to where our blanket and umbrella had been (but were no longer there since my parents had packed them up), so she sets off in that direction. My dad is a fucking drama queen and takes off down the boardwalk in no particular direction, stomping like a maniac and making a big show. Bobby comes back and asks if he can ride the Hurricane, which is directly above us. at this point, we're like "yeah sure whatever."
My dad comes back, stomping and huffing, with this angered/crazed look on his face. He slaps his thighs and starts rattling off how irresponsible I am, because I'm the older sibling and should know better. (which I had correctly predicted, I told Alex this would happen before it did. He was smiling at me and chuckling the whole time my dad was lecturing/threatening me. At one point my dad yells/growls "god I'M GONNA STRANGLE YOU." "don't strangle me, dad." Maybe I imagined people looking, but it seems like the kind of conversation that would attract some attention.
Anyway, he dramtically stomps off towards the beach, shuffling and kicking up sand, yet still managing to hang onto that "meancing" look. Then my mom walks over WITH MY BROTHER. WHO HAD BEEN EXACTLY WHERE I TOLD HER HE WOULD BE. And my dad's still having his fucking conniption, stomping around indignantly on the beach. I'm imagining the smug air he had about him, but it seems like a quality he might have had, thinking secretly fondly to himself "oh yes, Sarah's failed. She lost her brother! *evil laugh*! ", even though he got himself lost after trying to be his "independent" self. Anyway, my dad starts huffing down to the far part of the beach where i had suggested my mom look. And my mom goes "Oh no, Sarah! Go get him before he goes all the way down the beach!". And before I even blink, Alex is running down the boardwalk very importantly, almost baywatch-style.
I think as much as I hate my dad right now, assing fuckhole he's being, I equally love Alex.
Except he now knows the true overreaction and drama that makes up my family. or at least my dad.
And being that he's Alex, and would be a little shit if he didn't get his way, I said "yeah, sure", thinking he and Bobby were going to walk the ten yards across the towel people, and then up the stairs to join us. When I got to the stairs, I called my parents because the weren't there ("we're on the carousel!") and then Bobby tells us he doesn't know where Alex (my little brother) is. So Bobby goes to look for Alex along the beach. And Alex and I stand where we had been so that when Bobby comes back, we're still there.
My parents finally show up and I tell them what happened. I tell my mom that Alex most likely walked all the way back to where our blanket and umbrella had been (but were no longer there since my parents had packed them up), so she sets off in that direction. My dad is a fucking drama queen and takes off down the boardwalk in no particular direction, stomping like a maniac and making a big show. Bobby comes back and asks if he can ride the Hurricane, which is directly above us. at this point, we're like "yeah sure whatever."
My dad comes back, stomping and huffing, with this angered/crazed look on his face. He slaps his thighs and starts rattling off how irresponsible I am, because I'm the older sibling and should know better. (which I had correctly predicted, I told Alex this would happen before it did. He was smiling at me and chuckling the whole time my dad was lecturing/threatening me. At one point my dad yells/growls "god I'M GONNA STRANGLE YOU." "don't strangle me, dad." Maybe I imagined people looking, but it seems like the kind of conversation that would attract some attention.
Anyway, he dramtically stomps off towards the beach, shuffling and kicking up sand, yet still managing to hang onto that "meancing" look. Then my mom walks over WITH MY BROTHER. WHO HAD BEEN EXACTLY WHERE I TOLD HER HE WOULD BE. And my dad's still having his fucking conniption, stomping around indignantly on the beach. I'm imagining the smug air he had about him, but it seems like a quality he might have had, thinking secretly fondly to himself "oh yes, Sarah's failed. She lost her brother! *evil laugh*! ", even though he got himself lost after trying to be his "independent" self. Anyway, my dad starts huffing down to the far part of the beach where i had suggested my mom look. And my mom goes "Oh no, Sarah! Go get him before he goes all the way down the beach!". And before I even blink, Alex is running down the boardwalk very importantly, almost baywatch-style.
I think as much as I hate my dad right now, assing fuckhole he's being, I equally love Alex.
Except he now knows the true overreaction and drama that makes up my family. or at least my dad.