My mother, sister, and I went to visit the girl last weekend. It was so great to see her, because I miss her as I am not completely heartless. To clarify, I miss the girl, not my mom or my sister, because I see them a lot and familiarity breeds meh. It was also pretty great to find that I could travel with my mother and sister and we all managed to get along [mostly] and no one fought [outwardly] and we even kind of had fun [truth]. Weird.
I think the best part of the trip came toward the end, when the four of us were in the car heading to breakfast. There was a giant helicopter doing helicopter-type things near us, and the girl said, "I feel like I'm in Goodfellas." I just barely managed to NOT say, "Hey, Sister, remember that time me, you, and our friend got so high* and then we drove** to the video store*** to return a movie, and we kept seeing helicopters during the trip and we were convinced they were following us?"
How I managed not to say this, I have no idea.
Anyway, in non-drug-usage news, did you enter to win a copy of Blythe Jewell's book Something Smells Like Pee? Do it now. I'm GIVING IT AWAY, so you get a sample of Blythe's brilliance and then are hooked. Hurry, I hear helicopters.
* On the reefer. Which I do not advocate. Although we were all adults at the time. Which does not make it better.
** Which was completely stupid and I absolutely do not advocate. Because driving 32mph in a 45mph zone is completely unsafe.
*** Remember video stores? Like, independent video stores? Where you could go in and say, "You know that movie about the teenagers who cheat on their tests - which movie was that?" and the video clerk would say, "Oh, yeah, Better Luck Tomorrow. It's over there. Great movie." Which is a true story and actually happened and it is a GREAT movie. Go watch it. Now.