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“See, now I was thinking about it last night,” said my dad, “And rather than just be cheap and stay in a 2 star hotel, I think it would be a better idea to go for the resort one, because I’d like to go to Hawaii, but I honestly don’t think that’s ever gonna happen, so this might be the last vacation as a family we have…”
“…That’s true…,” I replied slowly, “But it’s just that it’s so expansive, I mean, it’s like $350 a night compared to the other hotels being like $199 a night or less.”
“Yeah, but don’t forget that this one has 2 pools, a fitness center, a sauna, a hot tub…”
“Well, I mean if you really want to…”
And thusly, we proceeded to see if there were rooms available. We managed to find 1 but they were almost all booked up. The one we found though had a bed and a pullout couch.
“I should ask everyone else what they think I guess,” said my dad.
Later that day…
“Speaking of that mom, dad has something to ask you about the hotel…”
“What? He better not wanna go to the resort, cause I already said that I don’t want to. That hotel doesn’t allow pets and it’s way to expensive, we can barely pay bills as it is, and he’s just gonna put it on a credit card…”
I then proceeded to look shifty-eyed.
“I’m not gonna say what it was then…” I said slowly “I’ll let him tell you…”
More later…
“Hey Mark, guess what, your cousin Ken’s coming down from Kelowna for the day” said my mom, “He should be here any time now I think.” **It was around midnight at that point**
“Cool…” I replied, “Well I’m goin to sleep, cause I’m tired…”
“OK.” Answered my mom.
The Next Day**Tuesday**…
I woke up to find the house empty with merely a blanket being the only sign Ken had been there. My dad was on the computer because he still had his week off work. My mom was still sleeping in her room.
“Damn I’m bored… I dunno what to do now… I wanna go on the computer… Hmm…”
Later on…
“Mark,” my mom called, “Hell’s Kitchen is on!”
I then ran into the living room and sat down and watched the show with my brother Greg and my mom, but midway through the show, Ken came back with my sister Amanda.
“Alright, Well, I gotta go back home now, bye…” said Ken and he used the phone and then left.
The next day I helped my mom find more listings for hotels and I found a Ramada Inn in Penticton, a Sandman Inn in Penticton, and A Best Western in Kelowna, but since it was in Kelowna and that was about a 30 minute drive to Penticton and Summerland, we only wanted to book that for the first night.
The day after that**Wednesday**…
“Apparently Candice says that Ken asked her to ask us if we would be able to drive Ken back with us when we go up there, and I said sure, I don’t see why not, so Ken’s coming back again since we’re leaving on Thursday and he doesn’t have to be back at work until Friday” Said my mom, **Candice is my other sister by the way** “So he should be here any minute now…”
“Really?” I asked, “That’s odd… but I guess that makes sense cause then he’ll get to see Manda more…”
“Yeah.” she replied
That night…
“Oh, by the way, George,” said my mom, “Is it all right if Ken comes with us back up there to Kelowna and we drop him off there so he’s back for his work, cause the car can seat 5 people, and there are only 4 of us anyway.”
“Not a chance, If he comes I’m not going.” Replied my dad.
My mom stared in disbelief.
Some time in the future… I think…
“Hey mark,” said my dad, “You wanna go with me to try to find a Trellis for the roses?”
“Sure,” I replied. We got into the car and went to find a trellis and then he took me for lunch to a restaurant called Cactus Jack’s (which used to be The Pantry but then it changed to Cactus Jack’s and then it got partially burnt down, and then rebuilt again)
He then proceeded to explain to me that he was wondering whether he should even go with any more.
“I mean, what did you do while you were there?” He asked me as I ate a club sandwich. **by the way, I had just gone there for 1 day to pick up my sister, Amanda only a week or 2 before, and that’s what he’s referring to**
“Oh, I pretty much just played with Cassidy…” I replied. **Cassidy is my cousin Shannon’s (We call her Shanny) 2 year old daughter and she calls me Uncle Mark although technically I’m not her uncle, I’m like a 2nd cousin or something**
“Oh…” He replied, clearly deep in thought.
“I don’t want to go with Ken, I don’t like that kid.” He said slowly.
I then stared at him slightly and waited for an explanation.
“He’s just way too much into pot and he should be at work but he just came here and dropped everything for no reason? Doesn’t seem very responsible to me.”
I then considered his ridiculous reasoning for not loving his own nephew.
Later on that day my mom and dad got into a little argument about the fact that he doesn’t like Ken (Ken, Greg, and Amanda had gone off somewhere and left me with my parents) in which my dad told her the same thing he told me, which is that he just doesn’t like Ken, or any of her relatives for that matter, and he even said he hates Ken but then he retracted that statement. Then as always the argument somehow changed to being about money…
The Next Day**Thursday(The day we booked a hotel room for and the day we were to leave for our vacation)**…
I woke up and walked over and had a short conversation with Ken.
“Hey,” said Ken.
“Hey, How’s it goin?” I asked
“Wonderful,” he said, **I honestly have no idea whether or not this was sarcasm** “You?”
“Good, I guess, but I have no idea what the hells going on with the vacation any more, it’s craziness…”
That was more or less the end of the conversation.
An ever so slight bit later that day…
“So Mark,” said my dad, “Do you know, was she able to cancel the hotel rooms?” **He is referring of course to the fact that in the midst of their argument he said “No, you guys just go and have a good time” and then she eventually said “If your not going I don’t wanna go any more, I’ll just try and cancel the hotel room”**
“Um… no, You can only cancel it if it’s more than 72 hours notice.”
“Oh…” I could tell the gears in my dad’s head were working, I figure he was thinking ‘Should I go now? I’ve probably already made it uncomfortable now, but the money’s gonna be spent and the hotel room is gonna be booked whether we go or not… and god knows, I hate wasting money… Hmm…’
A tiny bit after that he came back with a case of pop, and said to put it in the fridge and get it ready for the trip, which led me to assume he had come to a decision, clearly.
Now I’ll skip to the part where we’re preparing to leave…
“Alright, Mark get your bags and everything ready and your dad will load it in the car,” said my Mom.
I did, and then I eventually got in the car and my mom, my dad, and me started off, **Amanda now decided to come later with my other sister Candice since my mom had explained everything to her and she had cried because my dad doesn’t love his nephew (Which I might add is the same thing my mom did earlier, at which time I backed away because I don’t like to watch people cry… What? I don’t.) and my brother Greg didn’t want to come**
We began to drive and we got less than a block away when my mom said “Wait a minute, do you remember putting a black bag that says Hawaii on it in the car?”
“No. I don’t…” replied my dad, and then he pulled over, and searched the trunk and got back in, “Now I remember, yeah, I did put it in there.” And we continued to drive.
“Oh, we shouldn’t of gone on this road, the traffic is always horrible,” said my mom.
“I don’t care, we’re on vacation” said my dad quickly.
“Oh wait, I can’t find my black sunglasses… I wonder if I left them at home…”
My dad pulled over to the side of the road and helped look.
“Oh here they are, they were just deeper in my purse” she said.
My dad then began driving again and mumbled angrily and glared at her…
Later on during the drive they proceeded to have a small argument while driving and my dad said “I didn’t even want to come…”
We were still driving and my dad continued to deliberately make my mom angry as far as I could tell by saying rude things for no reason and acting like everything she said was wrong.
“…That’s true…,” I replied slowly, “But it’s just that it’s so expansive, I mean, it’s like $350 a night compared to the other hotels being like $199 a night or less.”
“Yeah, but don’t forget that this one has 2 pools, a fitness center, a sauna, a hot tub…”
“Well, I mean if you really want to…”
And thusly, we proceeded to see if there were rooms available. We managed to find 1 but they were almost all booked up. The one we found though had a bed and a pullout couch.
“I should ask everyone else what they think I guess,” said my dad.
Later that day…
“Speaking of that mom, dad has something to ask you about the hotel…”
“What? He better not wanna go to the resort, cause I already said that I don’t want to. That hotel doesn’t allow pets and it’s way to expensive, we can barely pay bills as it is, and he’s just gonna put it on a credit card…”
I then proceeded to look shifty-eyed.
“I’m not gonna say what it was then…” I said slowly “I’ll let him tell you…”
More later…
“Hey Mark, guess what, your cousin Ken’s coming down from Kelowna for the day” said my mom, “He should be here any time now I think.” **It was around midnight at that point**
“Cool…” I replied, “Well I’m goin to sleep, cause I’m tired…”
“OK.” Answered my mom.
The Next Day**Tuesday**…
I woke up to find the house empty with merely a blanket being the only sign Ken had been there. My dad was on the computer because he still had his week off work. My mom was still sleeping in her room.
“Damn I’m bored… I dunno what to do now… I wanna go on the computer… Hmm…”
Later on…
“Mark,” my mom called, “Hell’s Kitchen is on!”
I then ran into the living room and sat down and watched the show with my brother Greg and my mom, but midway through the show, Ken came back with my sister Amanda.
“Alright, Well, I gotta go back home now, bye…” said Ken and he used the phone and then left.
The next day I helped my mom find more listings for hotels and I found a Ramada Inn in Penticton, a Sandman Inn in Penticton, and A Best Western in Kelowna, but since it was in Kelowna and that was about a 30 minute drive to Penticton and Summerland, we only wanted to book that for the first night.
The day after that**Wednesday**…
“Apparently Candice says that Ken asked her to ask us if we would be able to drive Ken back with us when we go up there, and I said sure, I don’t see why not, so Ken’s coming back again since we’re leaving on Thursday and he doesn’t have to be back at work until Friday” Said my mom, **Candice is my other sister by the way** “So he should be here any minute now…”
“Really?” I asked, “That’s odd… but I guess that makes sense cause then he’ll get to see Manda more…”
“Yeah.” she replied
That night…
“Oh, by the way, George,” said my mom, “Is it all right if Ken comes with us back up there to Kelowna and we drop him off there so he’s back for his work, cause the car can seat 5 people, and there are only 4 of us anyway.”
“Not a chance, If he comes I’m not going.” Replied my dad.
My mom stared in disbelief.
Some time in the future… I think…
“Hey mark,” said my dad, “You wanna go with me to try to find a Trellis for the roses?”
“Sure,” I replied. We got into the car and went to find a trellis and then he took me for lunch to a restaurant called Cactus Jack’s (which used to be The Pantry but then it changed to Cactus Jack’s and then it got partially burnt down, and then rebuilt again)
He then proceeded to explain to me that he was wondering whether he should even go with any more.
“I mean, what did you do while you were there?” He asked me as I ate a club sandwich. **by the way, I had just gone there for 1 day to pick up my sister, Amanda only a week or 2 before, and that’s what he’s referring to**
“Oh, I pretty much just played with Cassidy…” I replied. **Cassidy is my cousin Shannon’s (We call her Shanny) 2 year old daughter and she calls me Uncle Mark although technically I’m not her uncle, I’m like a 2nd cousin or something**
“Oh…” He replied, clearly deep in thought.
“I don’t want to go with Ken, I don’t like that kid.” He said slowly.
I then stared at him slightly and waited for an explanation.
“He’s just way too much into pot and he should be at work but he just came here and dropped everything for no reason? Doesn’t seem very responsible to me.”
I then considered his ridiculous reasoning for not loving his own nephew.
Later on that day my mom and dad got into a little argument about the fact that he doesn’t like Ken (Ken, Greg, and Amanda had gone off somewhere and left me with my parents) in which my dad told her the same thing he told me, which is that he just doesn’t like Ken, or any of her relatives for that matter, and he even said he hates Ken but then he retracted that statement. Then as always the argument somehow changed to being about money…
The Next Day**Thursday(The day we booked a hotel room for and the day we were to leave for our vacation)**…
I woke up and walked over and had a short conversation with Ken.
“Hey,” said Ken.
“Hey, How’s it goin?” I asked
“Wonderful,” he said, **I honestly have no idea whether or not this was sarcasm** “You?”
“Good, I guess, but I have no idea what the hells going on with the vacation any more, it’s craziness…”
That was more or less the end of the conversation.
An ever so slight bit later that day…
“So Mark,” said my dad, “Do you know, was she able to cancel the hotel rooms?” **He is referring of course to the fact that in the midst of their argument he said “No, you guys just go and have a good time” and then she eventually said “If your not going I don’t wanna go any more, I’ll just try and cancel the hotel room”**
“Um… no, You can only cancel it if it’s more than 72 hours notice.”
“Oh…” I could tell the gears in my dad’s head were working, I figure he was thinking ‘Should I go now? I’ve probably already made it uncomfortable now, but the money’s gonna be spent and the hotel room is gonna be booked whether we go or not… and god knows, I hate wasting money… Hmm…’
A tiny bit after that he came back with a case of pop, and said to put it in the fridge and get it ready for the trip, which led me to assume he had come to a decision, clearly.
Now I’ll skip to the part where we’re preparing to leave…
“Alright, Mark get your bags and everything ready and your dad will load it in the car,” said my Mom.
I did, and then I eventually got in the car and my mom, my dad, and me started off, **Amanda now decided to come later with my other sister Candice since my mom had explained everything to her and she had cried because my dad doesn’t love his nephew (Which I might add is the same thing my mom did earlier, at which time I backed away because I don’t like to watch people cry… What? I don’t.) and my brother Greg didn’t want to come**
We began to drive and we got less than a block away when my mom said “Wait a minute, do you remember putting a black bag that says Hawaii on it in the car?”
“No. I don’t…” replied my dad, and then he pulled over, and searched the trunk and got back in, “Now I remember, yeah, I did put it in there.” And we continued to drive.
“Oh, we shouldn’t of gone on this road, the traffic is always horrible,” said my mom.
“I don’t care, we’re on vacation” said my dad quickly.
“Oh wait, I can’t find my black sunglasses… I wonder if I left them at home…”
My dad pulled over to the side of the road and helped look.
“Oh here they are, they were just deeper in my purse” she said.
My dad then began driving again and mumbled angrily and glared at her…
Later on during the drive they proceeded to have a small argument while driving and my dad said “I didn’t even want to come…”
We were still driving and my dad continued to deliberately make my mom angry as far as I could tell by saying rude things for no reason and acting like everything she said was wrong.
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Alright, well, I just got back form my vacation and it was interesting, so I figured I'd write it in story form and post it...
This is the 1st part but don't worry, there'll probably only be 2 parts.
This was odd for me, because I'm not good at writing in first person or at writing non-fiction, but I'm curious to see what people have to say about it.
Also, something I forgot pertaining to the story (Don't read until you've finished reading the actual thing):
**I forgot to mention in their earlier argument my dad explained that one of the reasons he doesn’t like Ken is because (although this isn’t his words obviously) Ken kind of steals my sisters away and my dad wanted to visit with them, etc because it’s his week off. That might come up later, so I figured I’d mention it**
Thanks for reading, etc.
This is the 1st part but don't worry, there'll probably only be 2 parts.
This was odd for me, because I'm not good at writing in first person or at writing non-fiction, but I'm curious to see what people have to say about it.
Also, something I forgot pertaining to the story (Don't read until you've finished reading the actual thing):
**I forgot to mention in their earlier argument my dad explained that one of the reasons he doesn’t like Ken is because (although this isn’t his words obviously) Ken kind of steals my sisters away and my dad wanted to visit with them, etc because it’s his week off. That might come up later, so I figured I’d mention it**
Thanks for reading, etc.
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@.@ wow! thats alot of writing! and very cool writing! whats hells kitchen though? sorry i dont know