Back from E3

I watched my best friend and his brother order some flowers for their mother for Mother’s Day during E3. Brian randomly broke out with, “How much do you think mom is worth?” That’s Brian for you, he says the damnedest things. I’ve been very fortunate in that I never have to think about how much my mother is worth. Every single year since she has divorced my dad, I simple show up at her restaurant for Mother’s Day and work my ass off.

This year, the price tag was a bit heavier. My company bought me a plane ticket for E3 and usually I stay until Sunday to party…so I had them do the same this year. Then I realize Mother’s Day is on Sunday…fuck you E3 for screwing around with the schedule like that. So I paid $110 to have my flight changed to Saturday night. I love my mom, and I actually had a really good time helping out with the restaurant today, but damn, it still stings to lose a hundred bucks and a Saturday night party in Hollywood. Damn.

E3 was awesome, sensory overload as usual, but awesome…I have been suckered into wanting a stupid Nintendo Wii and if the damned thing ever comes out, Spore.

So this little incident happened to me the night before I left for E3. Tuesday night, I called my sister to check if she could give me a ride to the airport…no response. I called my brother who said it wouldn’t be a problem. Few minutes later, he called me back hopping mad because apparently my sister was drunk off her ass, yelling at him while crying, asking him to close out her place and broke her car keys in the ignition. He started bitching about my sister yelling at him before I said to him calmly, “Brother, I love you, I know you need to vent and I would love to hear you out…but you just told me my sister is in her car crying and her key broke in the ignition. I need to hang up right now and check on her. I’m sorry, but you'll need to vent another time.” He was instantly apologetic and mentioned how he has a short fuse and that she really pissed him off. I knew that. I told him it’s fine, I understand, she sets me off when she’s drunk all the time, but I still needed to make sure she’s okay. I called her, and she’s still in her car, completely upset with my brother, so I drove out to get her.

When I got there, my brother was closing out her place so I gave him a hug, said bye, and then went to get my sister out of the car. It was past midnight and freezing ass cold, so I just wanted to get her home. It took soooo much coaxing to get my sister out of the car. She didn’t believe her place was closed even though I promised that I saw my brother close it. She just kept bitching about him…this is why I drove from home to downtown to get her even though my brother is right there. I was afraid of how drunk and pissed off she gets, there was no way in hell she would let him drive her home. It took me a while to convince her to come with me.

Next day, I gave her the keys to my car and a needle-nosed pliers in hopes that she could get the broken off key out of the ignition so that she could use her spare key. My brother drove me and Brian to the airport after she left.

I related parts of the story to Brian and…much later…my brother and they both asked the same thing, “Why do you have needle-nosed pliers?” Boys are weird; they didn’t ask about my sister or anything, they just wondered why I would have some tools lying around. Seriously, I own ZERO bottles of foundation and fuck ton of tools, now stop asking about them.

I later found out that the pliers worked and she retrieved her car with a ride from my brother...in case you actually got beyond wondering why I own pliers.