ok back from another lovely trip to see the grandparents and family. all my family is in michigan, and since we don’t go for easter anymore we have to go in the summer. and this time we had to go to show my grandparents my car, since they bought half of it.

the trip was the same as always. my grandparents are getting worse, they’re old and sick sorta. not mentally old but physically. whatever. my grandpa never shuts up, grandma tells me the same 3 stories. same as always. it’s always right before we leave, we’re sitting there because we can’t do anything else, and she’ll tell me these stories.
1. we were visiting when i was a baby, mom had me in a bouncing chair thing, and i bounced right out of it and landed on my head….spectacular. mom said it never happened, that it must have been someone else’s kid who was visiting.
2. how i was left with them as a baby and cried for my mom the whole time, so my grandma walked me back and forth around the living room, but made sure i couldn’t see her face cuz if i did i’d see how ugly it was and see that it wasn’t my mom and cry even more.
3. she sings me the songs she made up about me when i was a baby. i love sara yes i do if you knew her you would too….etc.

this time she told me stories about her wedding dress, and how she should have stayed a “career girl” (she says this every time, the dress thing was new tho) except i couldn’t hear her because my grandpa was going on and on about his big band music and how it’s real music, and music now u can’t even understand what they’re saying. then he asks me if i can understand what they’re saying in the music i listen to, and i proudly say yes, because I do. he does this every time. they are tape recorders. they died years ago, and now its just a shell of skin and bone with a tape recorder inside. it must be. they didn’t bring out the old pictures this time tho, good thing, because we’ve seen them every visit for the past 5 years.

i did however, get a wicked shirt from walmart when my mom and i escaped for a few minutes. it says “i love rockstars” on it in rhinestones lol. it’s so me. also had the strongest mixed drink in my life at my aunt’s house. they are somewhat alcoholics, they made me a white russian. it must have had 2 shots each of vodka and kaluha and a drop of milk. i was drunker than i’ve been since thanksgiving (not drunk, but buzzed, u know…) and off of 1 drink. it was insane. also managed to actually listen to some of my cds on the car radio on the way home. dad didnt change them. first was APC, then the tea party, then inxs, which he actually turned up, he liked the sax, and then u2.

so home now. was waiting on word from heather about if i was gonna be driving up to toronto on tuesday. she was gonna try to get us passes for the much music stone temple pilots concert thing tues night. had to wait in line at much music to get passes. etc etc she followed the rules, 1 pass per person, then saw people had more than 1 so she could have gotten one for me afterall, but then they gave her a hard time when she wanted one for me. so as of now i dont have a pass. she’s trying to get the city tv phone # to call and bitch and get another pass, but we’ll see. if not, no big deal, if so, cool, i’ll have to drive up there and get to see STP again….