The last two days have been full of excitementaroonie.
Flew out to Toronto Sunday morning. My dad had called me Saturday offering me a ride, and though I had already decided I wanted to drive myself down (partly for some 'I can do it on my own' stamina, partly because I don't return until 1:00 AM and I don't want to inconvenience anyone), I figured, hell, probably one of the last times I'll be seeing me pops, may as well give him an opportunity to try to communicate with me.
Boy, was that a mistake.
My mom showed up as well.
Gah.
Don't get me wrong, I love my Dad, I love my Mom, it's just the cummulative 'parents' that causes me stress. Between my mom's constant bickering at my dad and my dad's constant complaining about my mom, I really have no time/energy to deal with their issues. I've done my part, I've given it my all to try to help them in every way I can imagine, and ultimately they'll do as they'll do - which is, for at least what the past 25 years of history will show, be miserable and intolerant and unbearable around eachother.
Needless to say, the trip to the airport was slightly... hmm... obtuse, and as soon as I could without appearing to be a total deserter, I went through security and they sat in the observation deck, staring at me. Waving. It was kinda nice, in an I wish I was 10 not 26 sort of way....
My mom made a new friend and then ignored both my dad and I for the hour I waited to board the plane. She did not wave goodbye. She's that awesome.
So made it into Toronto, drove down to Fort Erie, and decided I should go find where I have to meet the lawyer tomorrow, and ended up auspiciously not in Canada anymore, trying to explain to the US Customs Officials that I had mistakingly missed an exit or something and did not intent to enter the United States.
Of course, my suitcase had been deposited into my hotel room, along with my passport and car rental agreement, so a full search of the vehicle ensued. Fortunately they stopped short of a full internal investigation on Lucas, which is best for everyone involved.
After that short hiatus, I returned to Canada, laughing at my own stupidity all the way.
Even my ol pops would be proud.
Flew out to Toronto Sunday morning. My dad had called me Saturday offering me a ride, and though I had already decided I wanted to drive myself down (partly for some 'I can do it on my own' stamina, partly because I don't return until 1:00 AM and I don't want to inconvenience anyone), I figured, hell, probably one of the last times I'll be seeing me pops, may as well give him an opportunity to try to communicate with me.
Boy, was that a mistake.
My mom showed up as well.
Gah.
Don't get me wrong, I love my Dad, I love my Mom, it's just the cummulative 'parents' that causes me stress. Between my mom's constant bickering at my dad and my dad's constant complaining about my mom, I really have no time/energy to deal with their issues. I've done my part, I've given it my all to try to help them in every way I can imagine, and ultimately they'll do as they'll do - which is, for at least what the past 25 years of history will show, be miserable and intolerant and unbearable around eachother.
Needless to say, the trip to the airport was slightly... hmm... obtuse, and as soon as I could without appearing to be a total deserter, I went through security and they sat in the observation deck, staring at me. Waving. It was kinda nice, in an I wish I was 10 not 26 sort of way....
My mom made a new friend and then ignored both my dad and I for the hour I waited to board the plane. She did not wave goodbye. She's that awesome.
So made it into Toronto, drove down to Fort Erie, and decided I should go find where I have to meet the lawyer tomorrow, and ended up auspiciously not in Canada anymore, trying to explain to the US Customs Officials that I had mistakingly missed an exit or something and did not intent to enter the United States.
Of course, my suitcase had been deposited into my hotel room, along with my passport and car rental agreement, so a full search of the vehicle ensued. Fortunately they stopped short of a full internal investigation on Lucas, which is best for everyone involved.
After that short hiatus, I returned to Canada, laughing at my own stupidity all the way.
Even my ol pops would be proud.