It's that time we've all been waiting for : Throwback Thursday!! I'm probably the only one that enjoys this, but it's like back-journaling, and fun. I struggle with finding pictures worth giving a 'holla' to because most of my pictures that are older than 5 years are at my mom's. So, I'm using this beaut that I rediscovered on Facebook recently.
Ready for story time? Let's go.
My brother, Chris, is sixteen years older than me. He's kind of been like a second dad. When I was younger and carefree and could do whatever I wanted (kind of) I was able to visit him often. One time he worked it out with my parents for me to go visit him while he was living and working in San Francisco for a summer. I was so excited! I always felt very special on these trips to visit my brother, and we always got to do fun things. I was so pumped! And then I found out.....THE girlfriend was coming, too... .... *dun dun dun*
Now, it wasn't unusual for Chris to have a girl along when I was with him, and it never bothered me. I could always tell that I was still in first place, and it was all good. There was something different about this girlfriend, though. I could tell that I was being nudged into second place, and that does not bode well when one thinks one is the princess. Now I HAD to go so that I could show everybody what was what.
I got into San Francisco, and for the first bit it was just Chris and me. We got to go zooming through the San Francisco streets on his motorcycle, we went to a Giant's game, we saw the Golden Gate bridge, I hung out with his roommates, and slept on his floor. Then one morning I woke up and heard another woman's voice. The OTHER woman, as it were. Now the motorcycle sprees were over and we had to take the truck. Now I was stuck in the backseat. Now I was in second place.
It didn't take an Einstein to notice that my cheery disposition had left the building to be replaced by flying daggers. I honestly hardly remember anything that we did while THE girlfriend was in town, but I very distinctly remember when this picture was taken. I wanted a picture of my brother and me, but he insisted that he get a picture of THE girlfriend and me. Take a good look at that picture. I'm trying to smile, but I'm all prickles and can barely turn up the corners of my mouth. I don't remember what happened right before, and I don't remember what happened right after, but I remember knowing my end had come.
Now that I'm 26 instead of 13 I'm grateful that my brother married Tiffany. I even like her now. I'm not really sure when that change came about, but Tiffany is a fun sister-in-law. Thank you, Tiffany, for being nice to me even when I clearly wanted to strangle you. Maybe we should retry San Francisco someday? I promise I'll be a much more civil travelling companion.
