I would like to issue a public apology for Saturday night. I don’t think my sisters realized the consequences of their decision not to go out at all that night. I was disappointed as well because I was looking forward to hanging out with people I don’t often hang out with. I feel like I got the whole world pissed at me or disappointed in me, and I HATE that! I’m sorry I didn’t just go out anyway, but I only get to see my sisters once or twice a year. Forgive me!
I still want to hang out with Brooke and see Kristen and Lindsey (since it’s been over a year!) and have fun with everyone else I bailed on. Soon, I promise.
It was a very emotionally charged weekend for me. For a lot of reasons related to current events in my life. I cried myself to sleep Saturday night, almost cried when I talked to Robin, cried on my drive home. And if you know me well, you know I don’t cry very often. It promises to be a rough week for me, so I’m not very excited.
There were a few high points of the weekend though:
Good sister bonding time
Dance party in the living room
Getting drunk at Champs in Middleville Friday night
Singing gospel with a group of strangers in Denny’s
Sitting in the hot tub naked with the girls
One giant slumber party with all my sisters and brothers, sister-in-law, niece and nephew, parents
Strawberry, raspberry and peach margaritas at Applebees
Quality time with mom
No hurt feelings here. Tried to call back after I got your voicemail but the phone cut off (well, you knew that, you were on the other end of the line). Dunno what happened, but I certainly didn’t hang-up on you if that’s what you were thinking!
Hope you get everything sorted out.
It’s okay! As long as it wasn’t an intentional thing. Like if the last thing to go through your mind was, “Thank GOD I don’t have to hang out with THOSE assholes tonight!” then I’m kind of offended, I guess. But if not, then hey. We’ll do it some other time!
I hope you’re feeling better. Crying goes in waves, I think. Maybe yours is over.
If I were a crappy weekday Grand Rapids Press comic, I would make two separate tasteless tsunami jokes right now.
My phone doesn’t work well at my dad’s. I was surprised it rang at all. But then it died or whatever the second I picked up. I thought you’d leave a voicemail, but you didn’t so I didn’t call back. Hopefully I’ll see you soon.
I don’t hate you Shannon!
Gospel at Deeny’s? that’s odd