WWMD?? Major family Issues
my sad sack story......I apologize for the length and stream of conciousness writing but I really needed to vent
In short me and my parents don't even come close to getting along, they don't like my wife, my job, my friends etc.... aka they're from Greenwich, CT and I want nothing to do with the social climbing backstabing world in which they run and have told them so on numerous occasions. The only thing that BARELY holds the family together is skiing and even thats not happening since my mother has decreed that hates and has always hated skiing and all of our stupid trips and basicly now acts miserable any time skiing is REMOTELY discussed.........Blah blah blah
SOOOOOOOOOOOO
I haven't been to my house in 13 months and I really haven't had any contact with my family since my mother threw a fit worthy of a 4 year old at my wedding because she refused be announced in at the reception because "her placecards had been removed from her tables" never mind that I had personally told her that both my wife and I DID NOT want there to be placecards at the tables people could simply sit where they wanted to and I though it rude that ONLY her guests would have placecards.
My sister called me about a week ago and told me that she and my brother were both off from school and wanted to come up for the weekend to do some skiing and would I be interested in a sibling ski trip. I'm trying to be the good guy here and reconcile so I said sure I'd love to. We planed out that they would come up to my house on New Years day and we'd head over to the local hill for 2-3 hours of skiing to let them get they're legs since they haven't skiied in over a year. Friday we'd do MRG or Bush and Sunday we'd stay close to home and do Bromley so they wouldn't have a long drive back to CT.
So here I was all psyched for the weekend, I took the time off from work, spent a whole weekend cleaning up my house/getting food/readying rooms and generally getting pumped to see my siblings. We had planed for them to arrive at my house at 2-3 Pm so that we could get settled and head out to go ski. 4 PM rolls around and nobody shows, I call my sisters cell phone, NADA, really worried that somethings happened I call the house to see whats up, I get my sister on the phone who informs me that my mother just wanted to have dinner with them before they left, NEVERMIND that I had already had made dinner plans with the two of them and bought all the stuff to make dinner.
I blow it off as just my families normal bullshit but am still pissed because I wanted to go skiing that day.
My sister informs me that she and my brother would be leaving at 8 which would put them up at my house at 11pm, to which I responded that I would be leaving my house NO later then 6 AM the next day to drive to MRG and if they wanted a ride they'd better be up, so my sister wisely decided to leave at 6 so they'd make it up by 9, in short they made it up and proceded to tell me how rude it was to inform them that I would be leaving that early after they've driven up so long. To which I just shrugged and said its a LONG drive to MRG and its going to snow and at this point this year on the East Coast its gone beyond no friends on a powder day its now become no friends on a SNOW DAY, plus I blew a day off yesterday where I sat at home waiting for them to get they're asses up here and I was most definately going to get in a day at MRG with or without them.
6 AM and they actually wake up and get in gear fast enough to get out the door by 6:15. We get to MRG and proceed to get lift tix, where my sister proceeds to tear my brother a new one because he forgot his high school ID which would have dropped the ASTRONOMICALLY HIGH MRG lift ticket from $45 to $35. As some background my sister IS the trendy rich girl from Greenwich you've all read about and hopefully never met.(Even she'll admit to it), my little brother is seven years younger then me and is the happy go lucky kid who just wants everyone to be happy and has no spine to ever stand up for himself because he'll roll over and die on command if it makes someone happy. He profusely appologizes and promises to pay the $10 back out of his allowence, and my sister tells him that he'll have to pay it to Mom and Dad because they're the ones paying for this trip. MRG was fun to vent my frustrations I think I hit every single mogul line that I possibly could, my little brother skied out of his mind(for him) I've never seen him handle terrain like he skiied as well as he did, so I was SUPER stoked for him!!! My sister on the other hand(who is a REALLY good skier normally) SUCKED ASS, I think she fell on every single run and spent the day making comments about the hippy types who sold granola in the birdcage and the heavy amounts of duct tape and out of fashion clothes.
When I bumped into Vinz in the liftline I had just finished explaining what the Maggots were all about and her comment was "well I'm glad to know that there is a community of freaks on the internet that talks about nothing more then skiing. You all must be so proud of yourselves that you can sit around and do nothing all day but talk about skiing" I shot back that this was coming from someone who before she discovered the wonders of underage drinking and trendy clothing wanted to move out to colorado to work as a Patroller. The fact that Vinz asked for change for a nickel and that I knew what that ment threw her for a loop, as I bet she thought I was making all of this up, that and the fact that she couldn't ski more then two turns on fall line without either falling or having her binding pre-release(yes they were markers
) Needless to say she was pretty beat up physically and emotionally and the car ride back was spent licking her wounds in stoic silence.
Got back to my house, had dinner, and my wife and I had a great time catching up with them, so I figured I'd cut them a break, it was a long day and there really wasn't any rush the next morning to get to Bromley so I told them we'd try to get out the door by 8:30 so we could be on the slopes by 10ish, after I said that I told them to make SURE that they got everything out of my car because my wife needed it to go teach skating early Saturday morning. Next morning comes, not only do they take forever packing up but sure enough they forgot to get their jackets and boots out of my car. 30 minute detour to get them, but I'm like no problem its raining out and skiings not going to be that good anyway, I'd brought my tele skis out to have a little fun and let them humiliate me down the hill for a change. We'd already decided to take their car so that they could leave right from the mountain so they could get home.
We get over to bromley at 10:30, and as I'm unloading with my brother my sister runs over to the ticket window, and comes back and says, we need to discuss this. Discuss what?, who's the unlucky bastard who gets to drive the car down to park and have to walk back??? Nope, she starts with "Mom and Dad want us to leave no later then 1:45 so we can be back home by 5:45 at the latest because we're having dinner and its fondue. And I don't think its worth it to pay $54 to ski for a couple of hours" I realize whats going on but figure I might try to salvage whats becoming a shitty weekend by suggesting that they call home and ask if dinner can be later(for those of you who don't know what beef fondue is its basicly steak cut into squares dipped into hot oil and then you can dip your square into a sauce) The meal itself is not what you would call a DIFFICULT one to either prepair OR to stall for an hour or two. Basicly you have to cut the steaks and heat up the oil which takes a grand total of about 30 minutes.
My sister replies that its not about the dinner time its the economic issue, it just doesn't make sense to spend that much to go skiing for that little. At this point I'm figuring my cheapskate parents who own a 3.5 MILLION DOLLAR house are forcing my sister to pay for her own tickets so I offer to pay for her ticket and she tells me that its not her money its mom and dads and she just doesn't feel comfortable spending it for that little skiing, I try the "what they don't know can't hurt them and the money has already been budgeted for skiing anyway so why not use it?" But its no use, I give them a hug and kiss and send them on they're way, My little brother looks like someone kicked him in the teeth at this point so I whisper that I'd bust him out of school sometime and we'd go skiing by ourselves, so he feels a little better. I simply shake my head at the bromley parking guy who gives me a smile as I walk up to go skiing.
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For sure, you have to be lost to find a place that can't be found, elseways everyone would know where it was
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