December With My Parents
Originally Posted: 11/30/2001
Living on the opposite coast from my parents isn’t particularly conducive to seeing them very often, but somehow, I get two see them two times this December. The first of these visits will be in just over a week when I meet them in sunny, not snowing, not dark at 4pm, Hawaii. The second time will be at the end of the month when I go home—girlfriend in tow—for the New Year.
My typical parent visitation schedule looks something like this: I go home to see them somewhere around Christmas (when I lived in Austin, they came to visit me for Christmas). Sometime during the spring or summer my mom and I go on our annual mother/daughter trip, and around April, my dad comes to see me here in Boston. Sometimes my dad comes on our mother/daughter trip, and sometimes—like this year—the mother daughter trip is replaced with a family vacation to Hawaii in the middle of December.
Really what happened was that my mom and I were going to be ultra cool hipsters at a spa for a long weekend in the summer, but couldn’t find what we wanted at the right time so I whined and whined and got myself added on to one leg of my parent’s annual Hawaii trip. Jealous? Being a completely spoiled only child has its privileges.
So I’ve been trying to get ready for the trip. Or, actually, I’ve been trying to do everything I need to do to get ready to see my mother. I got my hair cut this week (not too short so I look like a boy, but not all fluffy like it had been) and I made an appointment to get my legs and bikini waxed.
Um…what?
Yeah, you heard me right. Alana “I haven’t shaved since I was 17 years old” Devich is going a-waxing. And it won’t be the first time, either. I got waxed twice this summer and it was okay. I didn’t hate the way it looked like I feared I would. And since I did it for my own amusement over the summer it follows that I should do it before hanging out in my swimsuit (which I still have to buy. Oh, wait, I can get one there!) in front of my mom. My mother, who has threatened on multiple occasions to uninvited me from vacations if I didn’t shave. My mother who has asked me to put a cardigan over my tank top before sitting at the dinner table because “that is GROSS”. My mother, who has all but put $100 in my hand and driven me to the salon to get rid of that disgusting hair.
So I’m gonna do it. On Tuesday. Using the gift certificate my friend Anna gave me for my birthday. Of course, I know what my mother’s first reaction will be once I’ve donned my swimsuit—“Why didn’t you shave your armpits?”
Originally Posted: 11/30/2001
Living on the opposite coast from my parents isn’t particularly conducive to seeing them very often, but somehow, I get two see them two times this December. The first of these visits will be in just over a week when I meet them in sunny, not snowing, not dark at 4pm, Hawaii. The second time will be at the end of the month when I go home—girlfriend in tow—for the New Year.
My typical parent visitation schedule looks something like this: I go home to see them somewhere around Christmas (when I lived in Austin, they came to visit me for Christmas). Sometime during the spring or summer my mom and I go on our annual mother/daughter trip, and around April, my dad comes to see me here in Boston. Sometimes my dad comes on our mother/daughter trip, and sometimes—like this year—the mother daughter trip is replaced with a family vacation to Hawaii in the middle of December.
Really what happened was that my mom and I were going to be ultra cool hipsters at a spa for a long weekend in the summer, but couldn’t find what we wanted at the right time so I whined and whined and got myself added on to one leg of my parent’s annual Hawaii trip. Jealous? Being a completely spoiled only child has its privileges.
So I’ve been trying to get ready for the trip. Or, actually, I’ve been trying to do everything I need to do to get ready to see my mother. I got my hair cut this week (not too short so I look like a boy, but not all fluffy like it had been) and I made an appointment to get my legs and bikini waxed.
Um…what?
Yeah, you heard me right. Alana “I haven’t shaved since I was 17 years old” Devich is going a-waxing. And it won’t be the first time, either. I got waxed twice this summer and it was okay. I didn’t hate the way it looked like I feared I would. And since I did it for my own amusement over the summer it follows that I should do it before hanging out in my swimsuit (which I still have to buy. Oh, wait, I can get one there!) in front of my mom. My mother, who has threatened on multiple occasions to uninvited me from vacations if I didn’t shave. My mother who has asked me to put a cardigan over my tank top before sitting at the dinner table because “that is GROSS”. My mother, who has all but put $100 in my hand and driven me to the salon to get rid of that disgusting hair.
So I’m gonna do it. On Tuesday. Using the gift certificate my friend Anna gave me for my birthday. Of course, I know what my mother’s first reaction will be once I’ve donned my swimsuit—“Why didn’t you shave your armpits?”
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