in the 25 and holding club

On Friday I went out to have some drinks to welcome in the weekend. You know how that goes, a couple turns out to give you a great buzz and after awhile. . .HELLO WEEKEND!

Afterwards, Vanessa (my sis) asks me to go with her to run an errand. I agree and get in the car. Remember, by this time, I’m feeling good. We’re in the car and she starts to whine. I think for my birthday she’s making me a present, and well, how can I put this nicely? Vanessa is not naturally crafty and creative. The entire ride she’s bitching.

“Man cad, there are so many questions I want to ask you, but I need to figure this out on my own, blah blah blah blah.”

I’m half-ass listening because the highway lights have my undivided attention. We get to Michaels, this craft store,  and Vanessa says I’m not allowed to move past the fake plants and magazine section. I started to hiccup halfway through the aisle of magazines and started laughing at myself. I think the guy at Michaels thought I was nuts. Ah well, he wasn’t as happy about the weekend as I was at that particular time, not my fault! I think he needed a couple of sangrias, IMO.

I was about to pull my hair out when I started making my third round in the magazine aisle when Vanessa calls out to me and throws me the keys and tells me to get in the car. I happily obliged. I was about to doze off my little buzz when Vanessa gets in the car.

“I’m so mad right now, not at you, but kind of, that I should really not be doing this anymore I’m so mad!”

I told her it was fine by me, if it stressed her out this much that she didn’t have to continue this surprise of hers. I wouldn’t be mad. Plus anything she gave me, even a piece of gum was fine with me. I was happy with having a fantabulous sister.

She said, “No that’s not it! I’m at Michaels and I asked this guy for help and he said, ‘awe, that’s sweet is that for your niece.’” Vanessa rolled her eyes and continued, “I told him you were my sister. PSH! So then I went to the cashier and she starts to check me out and says, ‘Is this for your daughter?’”

I couldn’t hold my laughter any longer. I was cracking up and with the alcohol in me, it was 10 x’s worse. She said, “I told her, ‘Actually it’s for my OLDER sister!’”

I was in tears by that time. Vanessa was just quiet and then sadly asked, “Do I really look that old?”

Being the sweet sister that I am, I replied, “HELL YEAH! I can’t help it if I’m in the 25 and holding club.” My phone rang, it was a friend and I was trying to tell him what had just happened to my sister and she kept slapping my thigh and telling me, DON’T YOU DARE! Which made me just laugh harder.

I had to hang up the phone because I couldn’t contain my laughter. Then she said, “You better not blog about this.”

Who. . . me?