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All chances of a future vacation are surely dead.

My mother has constantly told our family that we will never go on another family vacation ever again, but we still do. Split up, our family is quite functional on vacation, but for some reason, when put together, we are extremely dysfunctional. Usually I'm the overly fussy one that has the whole family mad at them. This time, on our little trip to Toronto, it was my sister.

It was really strange when we went to bed in the hotel room. My sister started mumbling. I couldn't understand what she was saying, and I asked my mother if she was talking in her sleep. My mother told me she was and to ignore it. Then my sister started making strange noises that sounded like a mix between blowing your nose and saying "kuh." It was creepy. Later, my sister told me that she was awake, and singing "Rain drops on roses" and she was actually trying to creep us out.

The real horror began this morning, at around seven. It was dark and stormy. The weather outside was thundering, as was my sister's mood. -Wow, look at me trying to write!- Our parents were up bright and early, but my sister and I were trying to sleep. My mother turns on a light. "Turn that off!" shouts my sister.

For breakfast, we went to this place that basically only served crepes. My sister and I both ordered the plain egg crepe and cranberry juice.

Somewhere in the conversation, the movie Kill Bill comes up. I tell my sister how Lucy Liu's character dies by getting the top of her head cut off, exposing her brain. My sister then says she is too grossed out to eat. "Now I'm picturing my vagina being ripped off!" she shouts. She also refused to drink her cranberry juice because it supposedly looked like blood.

It's interesting that something like that could gross out a person who brings up subjects such as lesbian sex at the dinner table. Perhaps she was making a scene just so she could get out of eating the crepe. She did shout rather loudly once and it might have disturbed the other people in the restaurant.

The rest of the afternoon continued like that when we went to IKEA. I wasn't feeling well, and my parents seemed to be in slightly bad moods. It didn't help that my sister was being very angry, jerkily shoving the cart, and shouting when it took me too long to find a comforter cover.

I wonder when all hope of another family vacation will really be lost.

April 17, 2004 at 11:13 PM

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