5 posts tagged “sister”

This weekend is my bridal shower and I'm SO EXCITED to see all my favorite women in my life all at once.  How amazing is that? Amazing.  My sister, along with my bridesmaids, has put a tremendous amount of work into the shower.  She did a great job working with everyone and simultaneously helping me with the wedding planning!  It also has become apparent over the last few weeks we've spent together that we are, indeed, related.  You see, my sister and I are so very different that sometimes it was hard to tell.  Not that I didn't always love her, but sometimes I thought she was adopted.  But then we have a conversation like this, and I know for sure - we are sisters:

Her: "So, I went up to Pirate and said - make me a milkshake, and.."

Me: "Wait. Pirate?"

Her: "Yeah. I call him that because he looks like a pirate."

Me: "What do you MEAN he looks like a pirate? Does he like wear an eyepatch or something? Bring a parakeet to work? Have a wooden leg?"

Her: "Nooooo silly. He looks like the Pirate from "Dodgeball", so I call him Pirate."

Me: "To his face?"

Her: "Uh, yeah!  So anyway, I went up to him and said 'Pirate, make me a milkshake' and...."

My sister tried to give me some comforting advice today and it went sorta like this:

"Well, like Dad says, good things happen to good people but you have to wait or something like that? Like good people get good things but patience is good and like waiting is good for you or if you wait and you're a good person, you know?"

"Do you mean to say, 'Good things come to those who wait?' "

"Yeah! Thats it. Or something."

Can you tell she, like, totally pays attention when Dad talks to her?

Last weekend my brother came over to visit me, sometime around, oh I don't know 2am.  You know, my favorite time to have people over for tea and sandwiches.  He was just tired and just drunk enough to be repeating himself and saying things like "We should totally have lunch sometime. I LOVE YOU MAN!  What kind of snacks do you got?"  And the he passed out on my couch.  Thank goodness.

The next morning, we start talking about the night before and he tells me that sometime during his evening of reading books and playing with puppies our sister text messaged him with the following: CAKJ MD KATDR.  After much deciphering we deduce that this was supposed to say: CALL ME LATER.  Ahh, the code of DRUNK!  Now, mind you she sent this to my brother in the middle of the night, when was a little intoxicated and he spent about half a second reading it and then responds to her with this little gem: Stop smoking weed, you make no sense.  For some reason this exchange seemed to me to really epitomize the relationship my siblings and I share with each other.

I expressed this to Dave and he said "Well of course.  Usually what happens is that one of you calls the next one up the chain (often while drunk) and they tell that person, 'shut up! and get a job!' and then you know, the cycle repeats itself.  I just feel bad for your youngest brother.  He's the youngest, so he's never going to get to say that." Oh yeah. SO SAD FOR HIM, he gets to sleep the whole night without drunk dials or siblings passed out on his couch.  Though, I have to secretly admit - it was kind of fun teasing him while he was hungover the next morning.  Especially the part where I told him to move out and get an apartment now that he has a job.  Ahh, the sibling love cycle.

Did I say I would miss my baby sister as she went off to college? I definitely spoke too soon.  My dearest sister called me at 2:43am on Sunday morning to ask me whether or not she should call her boyfriend and tell him that some dude at a party she was at was hitting on her.  I was so half-asleep I think I ACTUALLY LISTENED to her whole story and then said, as indignantly as I could muster during that state of awakeness "NO!"

The amazing part: she sighed with relief and said "Oh. Okay!"  I honestly expected this to turn into a 45 minute debate about WHY I didn't think that her idea was clearly pure brillance, but she just accepted my answer and hung up the phone and I got to go back to sleep without saying the word "fuck."

My baby sister leaves for college this week.  Thats just insane to me. I mean, I remember when I hated her because she followed me everywhere imitating everything that I did, and now she's going to abandon me all by myself without anyone to hang out with and get family gossip from?  It makes me think back to my freshman year of college which seems like it was very recent - and then I realize that it was, in fact 7 years ago.  When the hell did that happen?

I am excited for my sister's freshman year, because I remember what my freshman year was like.  It was full of excitement, independence, a very very small bedroom, eating salads on the floor of said small bedroom in the middle of the day.  I remember trying to figure out what the hell was "normal" attire for Virginia, because no one ever wore sweaters for some reason and thats all I had in my closet.  I remember the stupid "icebreakers" games they had us play in our freshman classes that we never played again.  They treated the freshmen with such frailty.  Never again are you given such consideration to make sure your life circumstances are good, happy, healthy and prosperous.

I also remember the heartbreak of freshman year, and that random dude who wouldn't leave our room and instead hung out to watch THE FOG until some ungodly hour.  I remember our friend Angela climbing the tree outside our room and trying to climb in the window, getting yelled at for walking on the tables in D-Hall, and wandering aimlessly around campus sticking gummy bears on the football office walls at 2am.  I hope my sister has all of these experiences, even the bad ones.  I am hopeful that I will be able to relive freshman year vicariously through her because as awful as some moments were - I loved every second of it and wished I could do it over and over again.