The Christmas Party of DOOM.
this is just a story of an experience I had last Christmas, and it's too chaotic NOT to share. i AM a yapper though, so be warned that it's really long!
Christmas! the merry and bright holiday that I look forward to every year. And last year, my sister's grandma was getting ready to host a grandkid Christmas party, which is kind of self-explanatory, but was basically a Christmas party with only all of her grandkids. I was SUPER excited because it was gonna be my first Christmas party since I was a baby or something, and because my God brother (AKA one of my best friends) would be there!
When the day eventually came around, me and my sister packed and then rode with Grandma to this REALLY nice Airbnb, and I mean nice as in four floors, a huge balcony, a private bathroom in each bedroom, stuff like that... But what Grandma failed to tell us was that me, my sister, and herself would be the first people there, and that we had to decorate, clean, and prepare everything! yaaay...
That brought up the first problem. While we had to go back and forth from the car, to the kitchen on the third floor, we were all super sore when we were done. I didn't realize it at the time because I had my shoes on, but later when I just had on socks and had to go downstairs, I noticed the stairs were.. like, really steep. Everyone's soles were DESTROYED after the party ಥ‿ಥ
So a little while after we got finished prepping, people started arriving! And the first was... My Godbrother! I was obviously really excited, but then I saw it.
Him, his little brother. It may sound weird without context, but bare with me!
I haven't actually seen him in years by then, and had only remembered when he was just a toddler. But even then, I vividly remember him HATING me for some reason! Randomly walking up and hitting me, trying to take my stuff, cussing me out when he started to talk, it was bad.
And when he noticed me literally just minding my business on the couch, he immediately pointed and said "Look! a bigback!" And got told off by his Mom. But when she left, things only got worse.
Okay, let me paint a picture here. You know the whole Gen Alpha Kid stereotype, where they're obsessed with the new stupid unfunny memes and skibidi toilet and stuff? ...I thought it was just an exaggeration, but think of that stereotype but like... 50 times worse. That's him. He started yelling out memes and running around, hording the snacks, and then he suddenly remembered I was there or something, because he clung to me and started calling me his "best friend". And then he tackled me, smushed down my face onto the couch, and literally wouldn't get off! and while he was screaming in my ears and pulling on one of my earrings.
Demon child.
When my sister finally got him off, I had to take out that earring because my ear was all red and puffy (AND I STILL STRUGGLE PUTTING EARRINGS IN THERE TO THIS DAY), and I had a horrible headache. Luckily my big sis is amazing and packed in some Tylenol AND some Lactaid, and I just... Kind of laid upstairs for the rest of the first day.
It really sucked, but when I woke up after taking a nap, apparently he got his Mom called on him, and was taken home early because he was acting like some kind of animal, so at least that was good! But it didn't end there.
After i'd woken up from my nap, my godbrother's little sister and her cousin had arrived, and they were pretty much just as wild. Constantly giggling, twerking every five seconds, dancing on the counters, yeah what the heck is wrong with this side of the family. And they were SO LOUD. Then my sister's older cousin arrived, and I thought she'd be normal because she's literally in college, but she brought ALCOHOL TO A KID'S CHRISTMAS PARTY! She was pretty drunk by nighttime, and broke down crying somehow.
...Yeah, I'm not gonna go on about the bad stuff for any longer, just know that by the second day, (out of the three days we were supposed to stay there) I secretly took my sister's phone, called my Dad, and BEGGED him to come get us early. And then we got an Uber, and finally got outta there!
There were some good parts, like watching Sr Pelo and gaming with my Godbrother, playing with my sister's cousin's dog, (not to brag, but he chose ME to cuddle with), and the pretty good food and treats. But would I go through it again? Heck nah.
AND GRANDMA'S THINKING OF HOSTING ANOTHER ONE THIS YEAR.