12/03/2008, 09:11 AM
For those of you who weren't in the shoutbox yesterday afternoon, you missed me freaking out about my little crisis. Basically, here's what happened.
Okay, so for a while, my friend has been talking about showing me this little store in Salt Lake City. It's a clothing store that also has an 18+ section, and she said that the whole store is totally hilarious. Last time wee tried going up there, wee got lost, ran out of time due to the fact that I had school and she had work the next day, and wee had to give up for the night. This was about a month ago.Then, last Wednesday, she finally got directions and knew where to go, so wee were planning on heading up there. Then, right as wee were about to leave her house, my mom calls, saying my dad doesn't want me taking his car up to SLC, because it's too far. (My dad's car basically becomes mine when he's out of town, but with a few restrictions) My mom says "Well why don't you just go south to Provo or something, they have good stuff there too." My friend and i decide that the distance would be about the same, so wee'll go up to SLC anyway.
Wee go up there, go to this nice little Japanese restaurant, catch up on what's going on in each other's lives (she's a year and a half older than me, so she's already graduated high school and i don't see her much anymore), etc. Then, wee head up to that little store. Wee were just laughing at the stuff they had, when she sees these shoes she wants to buy her sister for a birthday present. She gets them, wee leave, and decide to head on back. She takes the shoes out of the bag to give to her sister, because the store isn't exactly a place her parents would approve of going to, and I assumed she threw out the bag with the receipt in it. I take her home, then I head home, and my mom buys the story that wee went south. All's well, or so I think.
Flash forward to yesterday. I'm at my friend's house, playing Brawl for like 4 hours non-stop, when my dad comes to pick me up. I'm still on my Brawl-related high on the way back, happy and whatever. My dad then says "Elvis, guess what happened today?" "What?" I said. "Today, I was reaching into my glovebox to get a tissue, and look what I found." Then, he shows me THE BAG FROM THE STORE, WITH THE RECEIPT IN IT. He told me how he didn't recognize the name of the store, so he Googled it, and didn't like what he saw. (Mind you, my parents are uber-conservative Christians) He hadn't told my mom yet, and I was afraid of what would happen when he did, due to the fact that she injured her back a few days ago and has been a bit ornery due to pain. Best case scenario, I lose all my stuff again, only this time I get grounded from the car, too. Worst case, best case scenario plus not being allowed to hang out with my best friend until I move out (which probably wouldn't stop me, but it means she could never come over like ever again.). I did not feel good.
Luckily, though, my mom was completely doped up from pain medication that she got that day, and didn't really care. I just told her that wee didn't go in the back section, (which was technically a lie....) and she was fine with it. The most reaction she had was a slurred "You shouldn't have driven up there. Those were nice shoes though." I still got in trouble for going to SLC, but it's not as bad as it could have been. I'm basically not allowed to drive the car for a month, except to and from school and errands my parents send me on. But honestly, my mom is going to start leaving on the business trips with my dad again, so that doesn't really matter. So it basically turned out better than the best case scenario.
tl;dr--thank God for back injury and pain meds
Okay, so for a while, my friend has been talking about showing me this little store in Salt Lake City. It's a clothing store that also has an 18+ section, and she said that the whole store is totally hilarious. Last time wee tried going up there, wee got lost, ran out of time due to the fact that I had school and she had work the next day, and wee had to give up for the night. This was about a month ago.Then, last Wednesday, she finally got directions and knew where to go, so wee were planning on heading up there. Then, right as wee were about to leave her house, my mom calls, saying my dad doesn't want me taking his car up to SLC, because it's too far. (My dad's car basically becomes mine when he's out of town, but with a few restrictions) My mom says "Well why don't you just go south to Provo or something, they have good stuff there too." My friend and i decide that the distance would be about the same, so wee'll go up to SLC anyway.
Wee go up there, go to this nice little Japanese restaurant, catch up on what's going on in each other's lives (she's a year and a half older than me, so she's already graduated high school and i don't see her much anymore), etc. Then, wee head up to that little store. Wee were just laughing at the stuff they had, when she sees these shoes she wants to buy her sister for a birthday present. She gets them, wee leave, and decide to head on back. She takes the shoes out of the bag to give to her sister, because the store isn't exactly a place her parents would approve of going to, and I assumed she threw out the bag with the receipt in it. I take her home, then I head home, and my mom buys the story that wee went south. All's well, or so I think.
Flash forward to yesterday. I'm at my friend's house, playing Brawl for like 4 hours non-stop, when my dad comes to pick me up. I'm still on my Brawl-related high on the way back, happy and whatever. My dad then says "Elvis, guess what happened today?" "What?" I said. "Today, I was reaching into my glovebox to get a tissue, and look what I found." Then, he shows me THE BAG FROM THE STORE, WITH THE RECEIPT IN IT. He told me how he didn't recognize the name of the store, so he Googled it, and didn't like what he saw. (Mind you, my parents are uber-conservative Christians) He hadn't told my mom yet, and I was afraid of what would happen when he did, due to the fact that she injured her back a few days ago and has been a bit ornery due to pain. Best case scenario, I lose all my stuff again, only this time I get grounded from the car, too. Worst case, best case scenario plus not being allowed to hang out with my best friend until I move out (which probably wouldn't stop me, but it means she could never come over like ever again.). I did not feel good.
Luckily, though, my mom was completely doped up from pain medication that she got that day, and didn't really care. I just told her that wee didn't go in the back section, (which was technically a lie....) and she was fine with it. The most reaction she had was a slurred "You shouldn't have driven up there. Those were nice shoes though." I still got in trouble for going to SLC, but it's not as bad as it could have been. I'm basically not allowed to drive the car for a month, except to and from school and errands my parents send me on. But honestly, my mom is going to start leaving on the business trips with my dad again, so that doesn't really matter. So it basically turned out better than the best case scenario.
tl;dr--thank God for back injury and pain meds
