I'm off to the beach tomorrow. No, not for lesuire, but for a party. A big party. My sister is getting married in 9 days...yes, the countdown has begun. In reality, the countdown started about 6 months ago. But now we are in the single digits. So, 6 of her nearest and dearest, her, and I are headed to Destin for 3 1/2 days of sun and girly ridiculousness.
My sister and I are six years apart, I'm older. We have never had much in common. She is a super-girl, I am a tomboy. We don't have any friends in common. Her friends are the type of girls I wouldn't hang with, they do their hair everyday and wear nice clothes. They do not wear Converse. I wonder if any of them could catch a frisbee?
Most of them are married or in long term, live-in relationships. They have done things "right", whatever that means. (Again with the quotes! AAGGHHH! This blog seems to be bringing out the worst in me!) I'm sure to be questioned as to why I'm not currently attached. I'm sure to have to tell them I'm just super-picky, that I don't have a good picker, that I have yet to find someone who meets all my needs and doesn't do something that annoys the shit out of me.
My sister has asthma. And she is blonde and fair-skinned. I need to be sure she doesn't hang in smoke very long (yeah, that's gonna happen...I'm sure we'll be bar-hoppin'), and that she doesn't burn (um, aren't we going to the BEACH???). But I'll do what I can. After all, I am the oldest.
I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about the weekend. I'm afraid I won't fit in. I'm afraid they won't like me. I'm afraid I'll make an ass of myself. I have a pretty big, unpredictable mouth. Especially when I'm nervous.
But here's the thing. It doesn't matter. I am the big sister. I can be who I want and what I want. I will be here forever because sisters are forever. Sisters matter, no matter how much I wanted a brother, I love my sister with all my heart. She is, in spite of all the crap I gave her growing up, she is my favorite person.