wild weekend
Nov. 18th, 2002 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I went to New York! And got to hang out with the fabulous Elizabeth and Mare and Amy and had so much fun! They were all so cool and fun and nice and I had such a blast and I wish I could have stayed longer with them. I'm sure I made a fool out of myself and shattered any cool image I might have had by behaving like an utter fool and getting all giddy and excited at the mere mention of things like General Hospital and NSYNC and hot chocolate.
But I don't care! I had fun! I can only hope that after the meeting they will not refer to me as That Freaky Jess and if they do, I don't really care because I had so much fun! And it is, of course, All About Me. I will undoubtedly tell more embarrassing anecdotes about my behavior on the trip in the future, and so you are forewarned.
I was so sorry to leave on Saturday and wished I could have stayed longer, but it turns out that it's good I did.
Apparently my Extended Family Radar was in place and operational because even though I probably could have waited longer to come home, I just felt like I HAD to go home when I was planning to (even though I really really didn't want to) after I talked to my mom, who was supposed to pick me up, early on Saturday. When I got home I found out that my younger cousin Billy had had an accident and badly hurt his arm to the point of almost dying/losing his hand and so my services as daughter/niece/cousin were needed as my high-strung maternal extended family proceeded to freak out. There is, of course, little I can do, but it's good just to be around. I just feel so bad for Billy, whose best recovery involves seventy percent mobility in his right (and writing) hand, and for my aunt Maureen, who is just so upset, and for my grandmother, who has had such a difficult year and deserves some nice, restful time. But at least he's ok and will recover and it could have been so much worse. It's just upsetting because it's little Billy!! I mean, ok, so he's significantly taller than me, but he's a year younger than me so he's little Billy!!
And my mother knew when she talked to me in New York but didn't tell me because she knew I'd be upset and she didn't want to ruin my trip, which is why she is The Best Mom Ever.
But I don't care! I had fun! I can only hope that after the meeting they will not refer to me as That Freaky Jess and if they do, I don't really care because I had so much fun! And it is, of course, All About Me. I will undoubtedly tell more embarrassing anecdotes about my behavior on the trip in the future, and so you are forewarned.
I was so sorry to leave on Saturday and wished I could have stayed longer, but it turns out that it's good I did.
Apparently my Extended Family Radar was in place and operational because even though I probably could have waited longer to come home, I just felt like I HAD to go home when I was planning to (even though I really really didn't want to) after I talked to my mom, who was supposed to pick me up, early on Saturday. When I got home I found out that my younger cousin Billy had had an accident and badly hurt his arm to the point of almost dying/losing his hand and so my services as daughter/niece/cousin were needed as my high-strung maternal extended family proceeded to freak out. There is, of course, little I can do, but it's good just to be around. I just feel so bad for Billy, whose best recovery involves seventy percent mobility in his right (and writing) hand, and for my aunt Maureen, who is just so upset, and for my grandmother, who has had such a difficult year and deserves some nice, restful time. But at least he's ok and will recover and it could have been so much worse. It's just upsetting because it's little Billy!! I mean, ok, so he's significantly taller than me, but he's a year younger than me so he's little Billy!!
And my mother knew when she talked to me in New York but didn't tell me because she knew I'd be upset and she didn't want to ruin my trip, which is why she is The Best Mom Ever.