homecoming.

Just arrived back from Albury.

Fred promised to let me drive up and back for a portion of the way with my grandparents in the back, so I was determined to drive all the way to Glenrowan McDonalds from Melbourne. Yesterday I fulfilled that goal and was so relieved to see the Golden Arches on the horizon, however as I parked the car I discovered the seats in the restaurant were up and nobody was around, exception of the Asians eating sammiches on the outdoor seating. I went to open the doors and they were locked. Maccas was locked on Christmas. I cried and had a cigarette with my grandparents.

We got to Albury, and my entire family wasn't at their house so we had to jump the fence to unlock the door. The weather was disgusting already, hot and fucking sticky as hell. I sat in the car grumpily with a massive headache until they finally got inside.

Then we were outside chilling and the neighbours starting pouring in, one by one. One lady walked in with a platter of assorted cheeses and announced they were "baby cheeses for baby Jesus." Although she turned out to be a lovely lady with a great sense of humour, that line never made me look at her quite the same.

I was so bored I drank. With my family. That's low.

Fred, Moni J and I decided we were excessively bored and claustrophobic from the neighbour's "hospitality" that we hopped in the car and drove to buttfuck nowhere for no apparent reason, whilst all under the influence...gotta love the Beamer.

I met the most adorable little boy, Will. He belonged to the neighbours across the road and was an absolute terror with the most innocent look but if you looked into his eyes you'd know he was up to no good. He'd do something awful whilst looking you in the eye and grinning. He stuck his hand in the ice bucket and started piffing ice cubes at people. This child is one and a half years old. I wanted to adopt him.

After a while some more random neighbours popped in just as some of them were leaving, with frozen margarita mix. We decided we may as well drink some more, it was too sweet for my liking but I downed it anyway because there was nothing else to do.

I unlocked my cousins' wifi on my iPhone and was on Facebook the rest of the night, stalking people and stirring up some emotions I thought I buried very deep for Cinnamon...although I don't care that he and Pixie are together [still], it is still foreign to me as I did not picture them lasting past the six month mark. It pains me not only to see that I was wrong, but that I was DEAD wrong about them. And the fact that she got him and not me still to this day turns my stomach. Honest to God, it made me for a split second question my feelings for Donnie and Cinnamon's love for Pixie - merely physical attraction or real, gut wrenching, heart breaking love ? What would have been the outcome if the tables were turned and Pixie and I had ended up with the same men, but the other way around as it was originally planned out ? Something to mull over in my mind.

Then as I went to plug my phone into the charger I discovered the bed leg thing was in the way of the powerpoint. So I had to wake up Fred in order to move that ten ton bed just to get to the powerpoint. Then as soon as I went to try and sleep I found I was not tired at all, and Fred was snoring.

I woke up this morning at roughly 9am. Why 9, you may ask ? I don't know. Go ask the dickheads that woke up at about 4am to go shopping at 5 for the screwy Boxing Day sales. Have fun sifting and sorting through various apparel rejected by the masses during Christmas and therefore marked down in an effortless hope that some cashed up shopaholic will pick it up and love it for another two weeks before it finally makes its way to a Savers clothes rack.

As soon as I woke up I got ready to go shopping and my grandmother started yelling at me for no apparent reason, she just loves to yell. Went and annoyed Moni J at work with the Rat. My delightful grandmother who loves to yell left a trolley in the middle of a shopping centre, and yelled at it. I ate a cheese and bacon roll. It was great.

Fred, Rat and I headed off to the city without my delightful grandmother unfortunately and went directly to Myer where we discovered that half of Albury had the same idea. I called Boxhead and she told me the shops were closed, well did I have news for her. I headed directly over to the resort she and the entire love of my life's family were staying and kicked back with them for the rest of the day, exhausting stuff. Dee cracked it because I tanned after five minutes and didn't even want a tan, while she was busting for a tan and didn't even colour after a day. We proceeded to turn everything into a dirty joke. I met her papa, he seemed to know who I was, I'm a bit scared.

It got a bit awkward when Dee brought up Donnie and we'd have a short conversation about him before realizing we were talking about her brother and the man that I lost my innocence to and it went quiet and Boxhead would just look at us like we were insane. I wish I could talk to Dee about all this.

Fred came and collected me, we went and saw the baby who had just arrived in Albury, said goodbye, and we drove home. I drove from Albury to Glenrowan and FINALLY got my Mickey Dees, ate that while Fred drove part of the way back and I drove with the evil sun glaring in my eyes. All the way bagging my grandmother - her "I don't like trifle" line, the way she slept, the way she said "was" instead of "were", the way she claps to music out of time, the way she always yells, the way she said I wasn't Lebanese but full Greek because my father is Greek, the way she makes everything into a melodrama, she's just fun to bag I guess. Fred and I quickly drove away after we dropped them off because they were fighting and we just could not be fucked.

And while I didn't want to leave for another day to stay with my lovely adoptive Macedonian family I must admit, walking in that front door to my beloved kitty cat was such a relief. So was the ten hour shower I had afterwards.

Fuck I hate Albury.