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Jul. 1st, 2004 08:50 pm
Mid-stream vacation report
Big sigh.
I just spent half an hour on the phone with my airline in order to reschedule my flight and depart from Baltimore rather than Norfolk. The day after we got here and I tried to fix the date of our visit to my grandparents' gravesite--something I'd been trying to settle for weeks before the vacation--I learned that it "just wouldn't work" with everyone else's plans and we'd have to skip. The promise of this "side trip" is, honestly, what convinced me to come on this trip at all. But what could I do? I'm not in a position to say "Fuck all y'all!", rent a car, and drive there myself.
But things might work out after all. Somehow, my stepmom got the dates of our stay at the timeshare wrong and we have to be out by tomorrow, not Saturday. Before tangling with my reservation, we spent an hour trying to book a motel on the Eastern Shore (midway between here and Baltimore, the gravesite and the ocean) only to have it fail repeatedly. Who knows what we'll get--it's a holiday weekend after all and anything near the beach is sold out.
Clearly my family does not plan well.
What's worse, good planning gets bred out, since it's only as strong as the weakest major member. Put my sister in charge of all the arrangements and I could work with her to settle everything a year in advance. But my parents are hopeless. Thank god![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu didn't come; last time we had to deal with this kind of insanity, he gave on my family. I fear if he had to go through it again (especially at this level), he'd give up on me as well. I wanted to call him tonight; I miss him so. But he'll probably be in bed before I can get to a phone.
We've had a great deal of fun. There's so much I wish I could've been writing about as it happened, but we only got this connexion by sweet-talking the concierge. (Which was pretty easy to do, this being the South and all.) I want to focus on the high points, but I'm just so tired. At least I get my own bed tonigh! (More on that tomorrow.) That will make up for having to share a room with three other aduls tomorrow night.
I just spent half an hour on the phone with my airline in order to reschedule my flight and depart from Baltimore rather than Norfolk. The day after we got here and I tried to fix the date of our visit to my grandparents' gravesite--something I'd been trying to settle for weeks before the vacation--I learned that it "just wouldn't work" with everyone else's plans and we'd have to skip. The promise of this "side trip" is, honestly, what convinced me to come on this trip at all. But what could I do? I'm not in a position to say "Fuck all y'all!", rent a car, and drive there myself.
But things might work out after all. Somehow, my stepmom got the dates of our stay at the timeshare wrong and we have to be out by tomorrow, not Saturday. Before tangling with my reservation, we spent an hour trying to book a motel on the Eastern Shore (midway between here and Baltimore, the gravesite and the ocean) only to have it fail repeatedly. Who knows what we'll get--it's a holiday weekend after all and anything near the beach is sold out.
Clearly my family does not plan well.
What's worse, good planning gets bred out, since it's only as strong as the weakest major member. Put my sister in charge of all the arrangements and I could work with her to settle everything a year in advance. But my parents are hopeless. Thank god
monshu didn't come; last time we had to deal with this kind of insanity, he gave on my family. I fear if he had to go through it again (especially at this level), he'd give up on me as well. I wanted to call him tonight; I miss him so. But he'll probably be in bed before I can get to a phone.We've had a great deal of fun. There's so much I wish I could've been writing about as it happened, but we only got this connexion by sweet-talking the concierge. (Which was pretty easy to do, this being the South and all.) I want to focus on the high points, but I'm just so tired. At least I get my own bed tonigh! (More on that tomorrow.) That will make up for having to share a room with three other aduls tomorrow night.