My church youth group had arranged to attend a retreat with the Episcopal Dioceses of Atlanta among the romantic scenery of the blue ridge mountains- where there would be hiking and four-square tournaments, camp fires and story telling until two in the morning.
Unfortunately those dreams of spending the last days of my winter vacation free of responsibility and parents were crushed when I fell terribly ill in the bathrooms of the rambunctious dining hall. I’ll do my best to avoid any vulgar details, but I did lose both my lunch and dinner, became violent with sudden shivers and felt as though a fist was slowly forcing its way through my skull by way of headache.
At 12:30 that night, my dad left the house for a 4-and-a-half hour drive through the dark to pick me up and bring me home.
Someone, give that man the father of the year award.
I slept the whole way home, sent into a deep and welcoming slumber by the lullaby of an audio book about the underdogs of the legendary Tour de France. I woke up the next morning in my bed not remembering how I got there, but who cares because it was nearly one in the afternoon and I was determined to make these last days off count despite the fact I felt like complete dog crap.
By “make it count”, I mean be lazy on my couch with a blanket, a book, and the complete collection of Seinfeld episodes. Honestly, I couldn’t think a better way to spend a sick day. The rain pounded on the windows outside, but I was warm and cozy beneath the plush blanket as I laughed at the thought of my two little sisters, who were still in the mountains, hiking through the mud and treacherous downpour. I guess I don’t deserve the big sister of the year award, do I.
Out of boredom I accomplished 3 hilariously satisfying seasons of Seinfeld, 102 pages of The Rules of Civility by Amor Towles, and a few spontaneous naps. Plus this post. My older brother came home for his 23rd birthday, and I dared a slice of cake with him that afternoon…. along with some helium voice jokes with my parents after the balloons were finished. Actually, I guess my last days on vacation weren’t so bad after all.
Wish me luck as I start a new semester at a new high school this week.