To Admire

My older sister has started hostessing at a fancy restaurant in Lexington, part of group of other fancy Lexington restaurants. She gets a good discount, and she has been pushing for us to visit one of these establishments with her. She asks us out today, we decided to meet up at 1:30 because she must work at 4. She shows up after two, which peeves me (and our waiter, I can tell.) She’s funny, in a sort of ditzy, thoughtless way, though, and my siblings and I were practically rolling laughing at her obvious … uh, candor. It was very much, “Shit Girls Say”-esque.

“Oh, I love water!!”

Later,

“I actually LOOOOOOOOOOVEEEE … lemons.”

She just does make me uncomfortable in her sort of casual, goofy, uh, impoliteness, lack of consideration—like… being over half an hour late. And how she always wants me to come do things with her, but frankly I cannot afford it—and especially have no desire to when she’s not really wanting my input into what we do: “I still haven’t seen the new Twilight—and I really wanna see We Bought A Zoo!!” She seems to not at all realize that there are things that I plan to do with my day that I find important or just as fun or relaxing as her spur-of-the-moment whims. My schedule concerns her little, and I feel so much like a jerk or a diva to remind her that, you know, I am poor, and uh, I’d like to run errands in town and read my book more than spend money on crappy films. 

She also sprung on me that in late January she is getting lasik eye surgery, and would I be interested in driving her to Cincinnati, staying a few days, and driving her back? More, it was like, “Ericaaa, do you have plans on January 27th??” Uh-oh. It’s that tone of voice; I know she is up to something.

Harrumph.