How I Spent My Shitty Vacation....

This was supposed to be a break from all the chaos and bullshit, ten whole days where I don't have to hear any whining, cater to anyone else's personality quirks, or feel any unnecessary stress. This stupid holiday has been anything but...

Went to see a remade version of the Revolting Cocks, one of my favourite industrial bands. Billed as RevCo but not actually containing any original members, it was like watching a really good cover band. It was cool, but not really.
I finally got to meet Mo's brother (he's def. my kind of people), but a toothache nearly drove me out of there, and I was out of ibuprofens, so I stopped and picked some up on the way to my sister's.
I always love hanging out with my sister, but nearly every time we talk we always end up rehashing the things that happened to us when Dad died, and I'm kind of done reliving that whole mess. Every once in a while is okay, it is quite an amazing story and deserves to be retold and re-examined, but it can't be what defines me and I can't continue to hold onto it in the way it seems she does.
The highlight was getting to see my niece score her first goal in a soccer game; the soccer parents were mostly tolerable, too. Amazing stuff.
Jeff and Laura were my next stop and something is seriously wrong, as in I'm not angry at them, I'm just worried. We went to dinner...Laura seems very anxious and on-edge, Jeff seems to be just doing what he needs to do to survive. Laura's driving anxieties were also getting the best of her; having to ride over in the car with her yelling at Jeff the whole time was quite stressful. She really lost it on him once when she thought he was turning into oncoming traffic and from there, we never recovered. After dinner we went to visit other friends, and it became an awkward night of everybody either being pissed off, exasperated, or wondering what everyone else was pissed off and tired of. We cut the night short and I headed home.
I drove for over an hour to get pulled over less than a block from home by the Lakewood police because there is a light over my back license plate that is apparently burned out. I didn't even know a light over my back license plate existed, even asked the cop if he was serious. I had no license to give him (lost it a few weeks ago and haven't replaced it yet, probably dumped it at a show since it's the only time I never take my whole wallet with me.) Got a ticket for no seatbelt, and a "warning" for the light, could have gotten busted for multiple other reasons I will continuously be grateful for that I didn't, but the amount of bullshit it's going to cost me once it comes to light that I have no car insurance is going to be enough to rock my world plenty.
So by Saturday night at midnight when I'm usually out having a blast somewhere, I'm home and afraid to do much of anything, so I just went to bed. Woke up early Sunday to get the house put together and the food on for the football people. By the time the game started, I'd gotten the whole house clean, showered, gotten two needy friends out of my ass and gotten a meal cooked for 5 people.
All for a Browns game that would've made for a much better nap than anything else. The team that sucked less that day won, which happened to be my Browns, 6-3. Watching 8-year-olds play would have been more exciting and NFL-quality than this.
Missed the Monday night game thanks to the Tiesto concert, which has proved so far to be the highlight of my vacation otherwise full of lowlights. The music Tiesto's made for Kaleidoscope seems much harder, edgier than what he's made in the past, so of course I'm digging it a little more. And I sure was digging that adorable young boy in the Real Madrid jersey I made sure I stood next to all night.
But, like an idiot, I clipped my glasses to the front of my shirt and lost them somewhere during the course of the show. I have another pair, but that's still a $50 pair of glasses GONE. And, like an idiot, I let K talk me into leaving before I was ready too, but I'd just discovered I'd lost my glasses, nearly lost my phone, and figured it was probably time for me to go anyway, considering how the rest of this vacation has been. So I'm driving around in a car with no insurance and a back license plate light out (!) at 3 a.m. on a concert night to get K and myself home and there's nobody out but me and the fucking cops...go ahead, G, you just keep pushing that envelope, dumbass...
Made it home without incident and spent today hiding from the world. Don't want to see anybody, talk to anybody, don't care. For all this bullshit was worth, the only good thing has been not having to get up and go to work everyday in the middle of it all.
So Wednesday begins a new day, a new chance to reclaim my vacation, the opportunity to actually find the fun this holiday was supposed to provide before I have to revisit reality again and start the actual choking on it....