12-26-98 7:20 PM Sa
Seattle airport on the runway. The plane is taxiing into position. It's been a strange three days. We're off the ground. Rain streaks the windows. "Hypocrisy, inconsistency, and contradiction are the only truth." Whatever. We were coming home from the market. My dad brought my brother and sister and I to see Hayden Lake. He said, "There's something you guys need to be aware of--I don't want to offend you, though--but--well, when Lori comes over--she thinks your mother is your real mother, so if you could kind of go along with that..." What bullshit! He thinks President Clinton should be kicked out of office for lying. We all agreed to help him in his deception, then we complained about it out of earshot. Whatever. We get dinner on this flight. I already ate a bacon double cheeseburger today at a place called Hot Rod's on I-90 in Post Falls, ID. I had a Red Hook in the SeaTac. What else tripped me out? The pain of parting. There's so much I loathe about those two, but it hurt to say good-bye. "Thank you, son," my father said. "This was the best Christmas yet." Ouch. "We'll be back," I said. Jan was crying. We stopped at our grandparents. We saw old photos from the 1940's when they were young. My grandfather in Greenland among the Eskimos. He cut a dashing figure. Whatever. What else? We stopped at Coeur d'Alene Lake to see the eagles my father is so fond of. It was bitter cold. On the way to the airport, I asked him why he didn't just move to Siberia. He looked hurt. I laughed and grabbed his shoulder comradely. "I'm just teasing," I said. Ugh. Mac and Bernie want to go to a club in Hollywood tonight called the Garden of Eden.
Seattle airport on the runway. The plane is taxiing into position. It's been a strange three days. We're off the ground. Rain streaks the windows. "Hypocrisy, inconsistency, and contradiction are the only truth." Whatever. We were coming home from the market. My dad brought my brother and sister and I to see Hayden Lake. He said, "There's something you guys need to be aware of--I don't want to offend you, though--but--well, when Lori comes over--she thinks your mother is your real mother, so if you could kind of go along with that..." What bullshit! He thinks President Clinton should be kicked out of office for lying. We all agreed to help him in his deception, then we complained about it out of earshot. Whatever. We get dinner on this flight. I already ate a bacon double cheeseburger today at a place called Hot Rod's on I-90 in Post Falls, ID. I had a Red Hook in the SeaTac. What else tripped me out? The pain of parting. There's so much I loathe about those two, but it hurt to say good-bye. "Thank you, son," my father said. "This was the best Christmas yet." Ouch. "We'll be back," I said. Jan was crying. We stopped at our grandparents. We saw old photos from the 1940's when they were young. My grandfather in Greenland among the Eskimos. He cut a dashing figure. Whatever. What else? We stopped at Coeur d'Alene Lake to see the eagles my father is so fond of. It was bitter cold. On the way to the airport, I asked him why he didn't just move to Siberia. He looked hurt. I laughed and grabbed his shoulder comradely. "I'm just teasing," I said. Ugh. Mac and Bernie want to go to a club in Hollywood tonight called the Garden of Eden.