Random things from the trip so far:
- I told the plot of Hunger Games to my sister, and almost cried. I told her about Jenny and Joyce, and we both almost cried. Luckily I get excitable when I talk about Dean's substance abuse.
- An 80 year old friend of my mother, wearing a translucent top (through which her white bra was clearly visible) that ended at mid hip and leggings (that got sheerer when she bent) complained loudly about her niece with the pierced tongue and short shorts. There might be stuff about Jamaican conservatism I never get.
- My cousin has started taking it much better when I ask her if everyone she mentions is her boyfriend or girlfriend. This represents a fair amount of progress.
- I have another cousin who knows that most people dislike her, but she has decided that speaking her mind is more important than popularity, so she sincerely seems to not care, and continue to be in high spirits. That's something.
- The teacher that treated me the worst in prep school and the teacher than treated me the best swapped positions when dealing with my cousin (one above) and her kids. I have no idea why the bitch and the angel should or even could do that. People are weird.
Apparently we might make it to the beach. But today we go up the mountain for brunch and mimosas. That is good. I hope I stop waking up feeling this sick, though.
Okay, off to try catching up on TV.