RitchieWoman (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ritchiewoman) wrote,@ 2004-09-26 19:44:00 |
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It's been a while, but I promise there's been a lot going on
I started an entry a couple of weeks ago about my brother's wedding. He got married to Heather on September 3rd. And I was going to talk about Jase's need to drink a double screwdriver before boarding the plane at 8:00 in the morning to address his fear of crashing.. I mean flying. I was going to talk about how wonderful it felt to be spotted by nephews Jack and Joey from across the park, who promptly charged us and jumped into our arms. I was going to talk about how happy my brother looked and how great it was that he found someone to share his life with. I was going to tell you how great it was to see so many friends, including Pavitt who talked to Romano in utero, Jeffanie and Stephanie who actually did the impossible - bought a house in Northern California, Aunts Marilyn and Gerri who were so awesome all weekend, Laura and Matty who celebrated one of their first grown-up nights after the birth of their new Luke.
Then I was going to segway into the unbelievable but true portion of the wedding night when my father's super-exclusive Lexus sportscar was stolen from the reception. The keys were on the table in the reception hall, in the idyllic suburban setting that is Plymouth, Michigan - and then they were gone. And so was the car. My poor brother, who loves cars as much as my dad, who actually found this particular one in Chicago and arranged to have my dad buy it, comes downstairs from his perfect reception to see my parents talking to the police. Tommy is a worrier - he felt awful and promised my dad he'd find another one for him after the honeymoon. Funny now that this was probably the worst event to happen to our family this year - a stolen car. Anyway, the police found it in downtown Detroit (natch) a few days later, unharmed. After thinking my dad had it stolen on purpose for the insurance money (the Plymouth police detective was channelling Sypowitz), they determined that someone, either a guest or an employee or someone unrelated to the wedding, traded the car for crack. It was quite dramatic and as I look back, really kind of fun to talk about every day. Especially now.
So then I was going to talk about how my brother and Heather had to scrap their honeymoon plans at the last minute - Marco Island, Florida was in the process of being destroyed by hurrincanes - and ended up in Vegas for an entire week. That's a little too much Vegas - but they had a great time, seeing lots of shows and peoplewatching and eating lots of food.
But then I got a call last Monday from my sister - who told me simply after I made a few comments about not being able to get out of bed cuz Boo was too warm and fat and snuggly and it was all his fault - that my parents were getting divorced.
My parents. Divorced. After all this time.
So that's been consuming me ever since. I'm not ready to write about it - I can barely comprehend it. What do you do with that, being 33 and grown and in Seattle? It's been a really strange week.
I've been late with emails, and I apologize. And I'm sorry I've been so delinquent with this journal. We're all going to be okay - it's just the most bizarre thing ever. I don't think I can dwell on it here, not now. Oversentimentality is kind of where I want to go but it just depresses me and I don't want to make any of you who read this who are directly involved upset, especially if you're at work or something. But Mom, you are kicking ASS and I'm so proud to have such a strong mother.
On the bright side, this week I get my root canal completed, so things are looking up!
xoxo A
I started an entry a couple of weeks ago about my brother's wedding. He got married to Heather on September 3rd. And I was going to talk about Jase's need to drink a double screwdriver before boarding the plane at 8:00 in the morning to address his fear of crashing.. I mean flying. I was going to talk about how wonderful it felt to be spotted by nephews Jack and Joey from across the park, who promptly charged us and jumped into our arms. I was going to talk about how happy my brother looked and how great it was that he found someone to share his life with. I was going to tell you how great it was to see so many friends, including Pavitt who talked to Romano in utero, Jeffanie and Stephanie who actually did the impossible - bought a house in Northern California, Aunts Marilyn and Gerri who were so awesome all weekend, Laura and Matty who celebrated one of their first grown-up nights after the birth of their new Luke.
Then I was going to segway into the unbelievable but true portion of the wedding night when my father's super-exclusive Lexus sportscar was stolen from the reception. The keys were on the table in the reception hall, in the idyllic suburban setting that is Plymouth, Michigan - and then they were gone. And so was the car. My poor brother, who loves cars as much as my dad, who actually found this particular one in Chicago and arranged to have my dad buy it, comes downstairs from his perfect reception to see my parents talking to the police. Tommy is a worrier - he felt awful and promised my dad he'd find another one for him after the honeymoon. Funny now that this was probably the worst event to happen to our family this year - a stolen car. Anyway, the police found it in downtown Detroit (natch) a few days later, unharmed. After thinking my dad had it stolen on purpose for the insurance money (the Plymouth police detective was channelling Sypowitz), they determined that someone, either a guest or an employee or someone unrelated to the wedding, traded the car for crack. It was quite dramatic and as I look back, really kind of fun to talk about every day. Especially now.
So then I was going to talk about how my brother and Heather had to scrap their honeymoon plans at the last minute - Marco Island, Florida was in the process of being destroyed by hurrincanes - and ended up in Vegas for an entire week. That's a little too much Vegas - but they had a great time, seeing lots of shows and peoplewatching and eating lots of food.
But then I got a call last Monday from my sister - who told me simply after I made a few comments about not being able to get out of bed cuz Boo was too warm and fat and snuggly and it was all his fault - that my parents were getting divorced.
My parents. Divorced. After all this time.
So that's been consuming me ever since. I'm not ready to write about it - I can barely comprehend it. What do you do with that, being 33 and grown and in Seattle? It's been a really strange week.
I've been late with emails, and I apologize. And I'm sorry I've been so delinquent with this journal. We're all going to be okay - it's just the most bizarre thing ever. I don't think I can dwell on it here, not now. Oversentimentality is kind of where I want to go but it just depresses me and I don't want to make any of you who read this who are directly involved upset, especially if you're at work or something. But Mom, you are kicking ASS and I'm so proud to have such a strong mother.
On the bright side, this week I get my root canal completed, so things are looking up!
xoxo A
