Reason number 947 why my family drives me bonkers.

[nagia]

So, I went to bed before midnight. Naturaly, I woke up at two. (Naturally.) I finally got back to sleep at around eight, maybe. My grandfather walks into my room at 9:30, hands me his phone, and walks out.

From the phone comes a voice. In my distressed and tired state, I'm not even sure who the fuck is talking to me.

"I'm sorry to wake you up, but wake up! Pack a bag! You're going on a roadtrip."

My brain, very fuzzily, insists that it has no idea what the fuck he's talking about. Roadtrip whathtefuck.

"We're going to swing by your place tonight, take you to New Orleans, and be back sometime tomorrow."

Okay, now I think I'm starting to figure out who the speaker is. I think it's my mother's fiancee. Wait a minute, New Orleans?

"I've never been to New Orleans," says I.

"Well, you're going today."

Rick knows my weakness: I am too tired to ask the sane questions, like, "What the fuck happened to asking me, you dumbass?" Instead I say, "Yeah, sure, I'll pack, can I go back to bed now?"

So, later today, I am apparently going to New Orleans for the very first time! I'd better get me some fucking voodoo.

Comments

[novel_machinist]

omg fun! :) I loved New Orleans! GO ON A HAUNTED TOUR

[nagia]

Apparently, I'm not actually going to be getting to see New Orleans. That's just where their truck is headed (they're truckers). In the optimistic words of my mother: "You'll get to ride around it!"

Maybe they sell voodoo "be less annoying" curses on the side of the road. T_T I'd wanted to go spend money on candles.