Siblings.

I can't believe I forgot about the drama that occurred over the Boston trip! It's so ridiculous, but what can you expect from my narcissistic, immature, 25 year old sister.

So, it started out with my dad, sister, and brother arriving late (10:00ish) Saturday night to our hotel in Westborough. I knew, KNEW, my brother and sister would NOT be going with us to the Olympic Trials the next morning, as it would be about 8:00 am, or so, when we would leave. I thought to myself, "Well, that's fine. They should be ready to go by 1:00 pm when we get back to the hotel. Surely."

Nooooot so much.

My sister was not ready when we returned, at 1:00 pm. She wasn't even out of bed, from what my brother says...ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS.

So, we get to the hotel, ready to go to lunch and hang out in Boston for a while. I'm guessing my dad went into their hotel room, saw that she wasn't ready, and got mad at her. She, in turn, yelled at he and my brother, who, for some reason went OUT of the room, which she then took as an opportunity to lock them out. Of the hotel room.

Well, after about 30 minutes I realized that my dad wasn't calling me to go anywhere. I called him, dreading knowing what he would say about leaving--like that it would be another 30 minutes or so. Yeah. He said he was in the lobby, waiting on her to reopen the door so they could go back in.

WHAT THE FUCK!

He ended up having to ask the front desk what they could do about it, and they said nothing, honestly. Turns out they had to get someone from another hotel to bring over a tool that they use to get into hotel rooms in case they are jammed or something. 20 minutes later they show up, but, right before that time guess who decides to come out?

That's right. Little fucking brat.

Phillip and I had decided to leave and get lunch. We weren't going to wait on her ass. And my dad and brother just sat there, waiting in the lobby. When we got back to the hotel, they were still waiting. She kept them waiting down there for 2 hours!!!!!!!

So Phillip and I say we're going up to our room, to just relax and hang out for the rest of the day. It was already after 3:00 pm, and I wanted to relax before the next morning. I did NOT want to deal with her.

We went to get on the elevator, and lo and behold who gets off when it reaches the first floor? That's right, little miss immature herself. So I just ignore her, trying to get onto the elevator. Keep in mind I had not seen her yet at this point, not since Christmas, actually. She steps off the elevator, reaches out her arms and says, "Gimme a hug."

Hahaha.

Not likely. I said, "I'm not giving you a hug," and got on the elevator. Bitch thinks I'm going to let her ruin my weekend. She made the weekend all about her, even though they were there for a marathon that I was running in.

And of course my dad took her side.

Apparently, they went out and paraded through the city and had a grand old time. When they got back, my dad had the AUDACITY to come into our room and ask me to apologize to her. I told him no, that I would not apologize for something she did. He said that she wouldn't go to the marathon if I didn't apologize. You think I care?

She didn't go to the marathon, and she spent the next day, all day, in the hotel room.