Friday night my mom called to tell me my grandmother was in the hospital, possibly in the early stages of a stroke or heart attack. My grandmother has been under alot of stress lately, with 3 of her kids really messing up big time and someone has broken into her house twice; once she had to hide in her tub and dial 911.
So even though it's 2 weeks from Christmas and money is scarce, and even though I had Joey's birthday party, I said I would come. My sisters came out for Joey's party (which was good, he had an awesome time, got some really cool gifts) and we left the party a little early to head out to Vegas.
For whatever reason, my little sister was in a foul mood, was very stoic and snotty, and me and my older sister just tried to be light and play with her. We get there, see my gramma, who seems fine but they are still running tests. We left about 1 am, and Joanna (lil sis) calls her friend who's out there for the cowboy convention or whatever the fuck it is. He gets us a hotel room and takes us out to breakfast, then Naomi and I go to bed and Jo goes out to the bar with him.
She got back about 6 am, and check out was 12. Now Jo knew Naomi and I HAD to be back sunday evening, knew we had kids to get to, and Naomi is 6 mo pregnant. She got up yelling at us for making her get up. My mom called to let us know my grandmother had been discharged, so we planned on going to get breakfast, saying bye to the fam, and getting on our way.
Well. Instead of that, Joanna left us in Las Vegas because we were 'disrespectful to her'. That's what she told my grandmother, she didn't tell us she was leaving us 400 miles from home, she just walked away and disappeared. She also did not tell us there was a problem, and we can't figure out anything we did wrong. And really, how do you justify leaving your 2 sisters, one of whom is 6 months pregnant and has been vomiting all night, 400 miles from home and their 4 kids?? The best we can think of that pissed her off is that she has a Forget the bull, ride a cowboy thing on her car and Naomi asked her how do you like to ride your cowboy? Ya, that definitely justifies such a shady, dirty act.
So anyways, Naomi can't fly and there are no flights for hours anyways, so we go to the greyhound station and wait in line for an hour to buy tix for the 4:55 bus. We get up there and 4:50 and the guy says, sorry, no sales 10 min prior to departure. SO we get to wait on Fremont St. for 2 hours for the NEXT bus, which took 6 hours to get to our destination.
Now I had never ridden a greyhound, and it was pretty much like living in all the ghettos I have ever lived in, which is alot considering I have lived in Watts, East LA, and Fontana. Put the ghetto on the bus, you have the greyhound. We stopped at an Arby's and this kid asks me if I have an extra burger. I ask him if he's hungry and he says yes, so me being the mother I am, I give him 5 bucks to get some food. Hungry? This kid was starved. He gets in line, and PASSES OUT! Fainted dead out in line from hunger.
So we get to our stop at like 12:15, and Naomi's husband picked us up and brought me home. Got home about 1:15 and this morning I went to Vicky's choir performance walking dead with a 5-shot venti mocha in my hand. I have had a lot of drama in my life, but this is pretty damn bad. Jo is gonna pay for this for a long time. She is 24 years old, way too old to be so childish, selfish, dirty and low. I just lost a sister.