tuesday

Going back to New Orleans always depresses me. I cried all day yesterday. The flight back to Charlotte never gets any easier. Usually I cry the whole way back but this flight was nearly the worst I've ever been on. So not so much crying but just not wanting to die next to the fucking bitch-ass guy that sat next to me. He whined the whole way. I would have hit him if we were on the ground but you know how they are about those things in the air. Friday night my mom took my brother and me to one of the mardi gras balls. I wasn't that happy about it at first but I got this kick ass dress to go in so it was alright. The picture she took of us turned out really well. My cousin's wedding was nice, I guess. I hate weddings and this wasn't an easy one. My grandfather is the guilt-trip king of the universe for one thing and my grandmother is the queen. Out of their six grandchildren, five of them were falling down drunk (including me and the groom's 13 year old brother, it is after all New Orleans) and one of them was smacked out on xanx (that would be my brother who is too good for our low-class drinking). We left after they carried the groom out to the limo. My brother left and I ended up with my aunt, uncle and mother in some club that belongs to a guy my uncle knows. So that was another open bar for me...
Sunday was not a good day for me. I threw up all over the place and my mother left me on the bathroom floor. And at some point during the night before my uncle told me that he would pay for me to get married at Weddings-A-Go-Go in the Quarter and had me call my boyfriend to tell him. It wasn't pretty at all.
And then Monday I barely made it home to this snowy mess. My friends picked me up at the airport because they were already out. They had gone to the fucking mall. I swear. The roads were covered with a few inches of ice and they went to the fucking mall.