I was going through @missy, @charmaine, @rambo, @lyxzen's homework....and I came across one for "Write about a disastrous trip or vacation."
That....I do have a story for....and boy is it silly.
I had a very dear friend that I met in Vegas, but actually grew up not too far from where I did in Maryland. We didn't meet until she moved to Vegas, but she later moved back to Maryland. Our friendship actually started as an affair (bad of me I know...but I was a different person then). Eventually we became just friends (the jury is still out on whether or not we were both happy with that decision).
We met in 2007, and decided to vacation together the summer of 2011. She is very family oriented and lived very close to all of them in Maryland. Her cousins are her best friends. They hang out continuously and decided to take a summer vacation to The Outer Banks together. Most of her cousins are married and have children except one. He brought her (and the families best friend) and she as well invited her other best friend, his wife and new baby.
I flew to Maryland from Vegas the Friday before Fathers Day. It had been years since I had been home, so I thought it would be a nice surprise for him. We were driving to the beach Sunday morning, so it was the best day. I expressed my plan months in advance when we originally decided to go to the beach. I never stopped talking about it because I was so excited to see him.
The afternoon I arrive, she picks me up and explains were heading to her cousins daughters 1st birthday. 3 hours later we were still there and my dad is an early to bed early to rise kind of guy and I was over 1.5 hours away and had planned on spending more than 30 minutes with him. By the way...these are the same cousins and kids that are going to be going to the beach on Sunday. The entire party was the vacationers.
Finally she gets pissed and tells me to just take the car. Since I am a capable adult....this is a solution I would have been happy with hours ago. I say nothing snide, thank her for allowing me to use the car, and travel in the direction of my own family.
We have a great next day, making plans and laughing like we normally do. I knew this was going to be just the vacation I needed.
I had started a new job as a personal assistant, and I was in dire need of a break.
We drove from Maryland to the Outer Banks early Sunday morning and everything was perfect. We had a caravan of family members and kids, we stopped to sight see on the trip down, and ate at a place I hadn't been to since I moved to the left coast.
Once we got to our beach house, we unpacked and headed straight for the pool. Being silly and and just taking in the sun. Every so often over the next few days, I would text my friends and call the girl I was dating (for almost a year and she was aware of this) just to catch up. I as well would take some alone time to sit out on the patio and read (my new job is being a very demanding 20 something year old independent VIP hosts assistant.....so I haven't had a moment to myself (at work or at home) in months).
She is more of a butch lesbian, so she hangs out with the male cousins more than anything. They liked to go to the water and surf, boat, fish, and various other things I don't do (I am deathly afraid of open bodies of water, and I am vegan....so there isn't any fishing in my past time either), but I would still go with them. I would just hang out on the shore alone and read while I listen to music and take photos for them.
Monday, while all of us were at the beach her best friend with the new baby asked me if I would join his wife at the local spa since I was the only other lady that liked that sort of thing. He wanted to surprise her, since she just brought their first baby into the world. He asked me to set up appointments for the next day.
My girlfriend decided to treat me to the spa as well. She set up two treatments and her best friend got his wife one.
We went to the spa the next day, and I explained I would be done a little after her, but I was fine with them coming back to get me and not waiting around. Once my appointments were done, everyone (including the new mom) were gone. I kept texting and calling my friend, but she was ignoring me. Finally an hour after just sitting there, the new moms husband called and said he was on his way to pick me up. My best friend was mad at me and didn't care if I had to walk. I had no idea what had happened. Apparently she decided that I was selfish and purposely tried to ruin the families day by making them wait at the spa for me. I had no idea where this was coming from.
When I got back to the house, I went to shower for dinner; she stormed into our room, grabbed some things and stormed out. Never saying a word. I packed my suitcase, and moved my things to the houses home office because it had a couch.
Everyone was ignoring me and she was apparently telling everyone awful things about me. I was livid. This was unbelievably childish and I had no idea what was going on.
After dinner we decided to watch a movie. While I was sitting there I decided I needed to go. No one was talking to me, and my best friend was being a complete ass. I booked a flight home (which was more than I could afford) and booked my ride to the airport. The closest airport was 2.5 hours away and the only ride time available was for 5am, which sucked since my flight wasn't until 6pm.
I didn't tell anyone I was leaving, because I wasn't looking of sympathy...but I didn't want to be rude. The next morning I woke, wrote a very heart felt note to the family apologizing for the unnecessary drama, and thanking them for having me as a part of their family vacation.
After traveling to the airport (thankfully I was on the ride alone and the driver was an absolute doll. We even stopped for breakfast haha), I find out I am unable to check my bags until an hour before my flight. So I am stuck carting a suitcase and duffle bag, along with my purse and myself. I ended up making a bed out of my stuff and trying to nap on top of it. Once my nap time was complete (really my back hurt to bad to continue) I went to the airport pub for dinner and a drink. I like to eavesdrop on conversations....and this time was no different. I love trivia, so when the table of three (all looking creative and around my age) next to me started talking about things they didn't know the answer to, I chimed in. They then asked me to join their table and chat. We all hung out until it was our turn to head to our gates.
I still had to travel to Chicago for my layover but as I was waiting...they delayed my current flight. When I finally arrived in Chicago, that flight was delayed as well. I finally arrived back to Vegas at 2am. I was exhausted and annoyed. I was thankful for the good parts, but was blindsided by the bad. We reconnected a few years later (briefly) and she still believes to this day I am an asshole for what happened. She says I was antisocial for going off alone to read, text, and phone calls (just because I was on vacation didn't mean I was able to stop working as well). I explained that I was there with only one of my dear friends, she was surrounded by all of hers, I also explained that I would go to the water and participate in things that 'the boys were doing' just to be near her.
I later found out that she was ignoring her best friend, his wife, and their baby after I left. He called he out in front of the family.....they haven't been friends since, I went to visit him, his wife, and their now two children last summer in their new home in NO.
I don't think I will ever know for sure wha happened, but I will always be sad it did.
XOXO
Miss Olivia Black Suicide
