i have abandonment issues. there, i said it. this stems, i think, from the time in 5th grade when i went to k. katz’s ice skating birthday party and my father was scheduled to pick me up. he didn’t show. i sat on the stairs watching as all of my soon-to-be-hoochie-mama friends got picked up by their doting parents one by one. by the time my father arrived to get me i was sobbing fit to fill a swimming pool.
this weekend at disneyland, marina parked me at a table in the middle of a loud, bustling outdoor restaurant with a live band. she then went to order food, even kindly asking if i wanted anything that she could bring back. she disappeared for 20 minutes and i became convinced that she had left and was never coming back for me because i was being so childish about my inability to walk. she was, in fact, probably 15 minutes down I-5 at this point. my prune-foot enabled blisters throbbing, i started crying just like when i was 10 at the ice skating rink. the group of japanese people to my left asked if they could have one of the extra chairs at my table.
“my revolting and potentially disease-ridden feet are resting on the chair. you want THIS chair? are you kidding me?”
they had no reply, though they did take my chair. possibly their english was not of the highest caliber.
this was depressing when even japanese people didn’t care about me. i was exhausted by sleep deprivation and pain, revolted by the stench rising off my own feet, and my heart-strings were being forcefully ripped apart by the band leader’s daughter belting out some really good tunes. so i kept crying while i waited in futile anguish for marina to come back.
pictures i took of us in disneyland park are HERE. pictures gene and kristen took on the drive down to disneyland, at our super 8 hotel, and the block’s shoppertainment are HERE.
WHAT? seriously? i didn’t know this happened. i mean i knew about the skating thing. i love you, don’t cry. i will never ever leave you again ever. in fact, i’m coming over right now (heh). in fact, i’m standing right behind you. in fact, i have had myself surgically grafted to your hip.
so whatcha wanna do? a little double solitaire? should we go swimming? la la la.
but i didn’t abandon you! i just got stuck in the line with the slowest disneyland “cast member” ever!!!! *sigh* i’m sorry.
if marty had been serving your food, not only would it have been fast and wonderful, but he would have peeled his ‘honorary citizen’ sticker off his shirt and given it to you too.
being abandoned and being alone in the pool by choice are two different things, kristen. i’m getting jacob to laser eyeball of death and despair your surgical graft to my hip.