Eight minute power nap

Welcome one, welcome all, back to Mount Olympus!

I know, I know, I didn’t write yesterday. Well, friends, let me tell you why.

I fell asleep.

Yeah.

I hate naps to my very soul. I have always critiqued nap takers. Of course, this excludes the eight minute power nap that I have been known to partake in before. However, yesterday night, I did sleep while watching Ted Lasso.

Anyway.

Let me begin the day!

So, we woke up way to bloody early considering I had been up past midnight to write my blog from the day before, and so in our fatigued state, we were perhaps a bit, well, for lack of better word, mental.

Allegra at one point said that she watched young royals, and Lily replied with sooo much disdain in her voice “Alright gay boy.” We don’t know why she said this. Is Lily secretly homophobic? Considering as how she lived with two gay boys last year, I would be surprised. At the time, we all found this hilarious though.

Another such moment can be found when I asked mum a question, and she responded, “do you know what [redacted] time it is?” At Lily’s reply of 5:30, mum continues “yeah, it’s too bloody early for this conversation” which, while I was offended, I also found hilarious.

We then got out of bed, got dressed, and at one point someone said “Girls just want to have fun,” and I, in despair and fatigue and hunger, sort of desperately scream replied “Ruby just wants to have breakfast!”, something I did not get. Everyone ignored me, and Lily and I partook in an interesting disagreement involving Pretty Woman and a k-pop song.

I went to ask mum’s opinion (shaking in fear at the thought of being shut down like last time), and mum agreed with me, so I turned back to Lily, and called “Lily, mum just said “F**k you!”” , which offended Lily greatly. As I laughed at her gullibility and Mum grumbled, I left, only to race back in and fake cry with Lily when dad calls “Ruby, mum just said she hates you!”, which honestly is believable in such a sitch.

She didn’t, though.

Anyway, we make it out to the train with plenty of time, up to the platform and we hang out with joy, only for mum to just destroy all hope by checking our screentime.

We didn’t see this coming. Mum is adapting.

Anyway, we did come to the very happy conclusion that screentime must be wrong because apparently I had spent 45 minutes on my dart scoring app, which, maybe I am boring, but not *that* boring. I mean, who even stares at a dart scoring app for 45 minutes without even a dart board??

It also said that Allegra spent 1h30 on her phone, in the space of one hour, so. Yeah.

Something is wrong.

Anyway, after that conclusion was come to, we realised our train was late, and I said “we’ll be fine, we have plenty of time till the eurostar leaves, nothing will go too wrong”. A train on the opposite platform, scheduled to leave in a minute, would take us to our destination, and dad said “it won’t leave before we get there, let’s run!” So we ran down, scanned tickets, scanned them again, ran up, got on the platform, train pulling away.

I regrettes my words about the Eurostar since today seemed like a day for jinxes. Dad, however, had no such regrets, and with joy, announced “we’ll be alright, we’ll make it”.

What the hell, dad?

We made it onto a different train after a couple more minutes, happy to finally be in a place of success, arrived at amsterdam airport with a swing in our step, looked for the announcement screens-

“I hope it’s not that cancelled one,” I said with a laugh.

It was. It was that cancelled one.

As I began to despair, our determined mum and dad did not rest, striding up to an information desk, where a very confident woman assured us that if we took a train to utrecht, the eurostar would be leaving from there.

She was so sure of herself that our confidence came back, and we strutted down to the station, hopped on a train to utrecht, and realised that once we got to utrecht we would have only around ten minutes to find our platform.

And also, while we were on that train, Allegra lost all her dignity by cutting her pear with a a saga card. She can’t bite pears.

It was hilarious to me.

Upon arrival at utrecht, we were so ready to speed our way across, and then immediately realised that the eurostar would be departing from was the platform we just pulled into.

Our luck was turning up! (We all thought privately inside our heads, terrified to jinx it by speaking the words into the world). We rushed to a place to grab some sandwiches, and coffee for some, rushed back down, and joyously hopped onto the train, success pushing us forward.

Immediately thwarted by some Australians in our seats, but whatever.

I didn’t do much on that train, admittedly I could have begun to write the blog but I wasn’t feeling it, instead I listened to “vampire diaries”, mgk’s new song, on repeat. For the whole time.

I watched f1 over Lily’s shoulder, slept a little (eight minute power nap, so utterly forgivable) , and yeah. Ate some yummy chocolate.

And then we made it home with little disruptions, it was fairly quick and easy, we picked up stuff for lunch, then we ate lunch in Lily’s apartment.

Afterwards we had to clean because mu friend Andrea is staying at Lily’s apartment while we are gone, and I, the only helpful daughter, was the only one who helped clean. My ability to clean is based on the possibility of listening to music, and I enjoyed Hamilton’s soundtrack, of course acted out as I cleaned.

That done, I chilled with my sisters (tate napped; what a loser) and we listened to some TTPD, still a great album, and soon enough we were heading back out to the cinema, to go watch our man Jonathan Bailey in jurassic world: renaissance.

I had, on my feet, the world’s sparkliest plaster because Lily gave it to me due to the blister. And Lily is the type of person who owns sparkly, bright purple plasters.

I was only watching for the plot (the plot: Jonathan Bailey and our queen Scarlett Johansson), and honestly? I was traumatised. I had seen none of the others, had no context, and movies that have people die in gruesome ways due to our own human hubris and self-importance make me deeply uncomfortable and uneasy.

At least Jonathan Bailey was a smash.

We left the cinema ultimately disappointed (Lily didn’t like it at all, she kept saying “renaissance? Should have let it die”), and after a brief stop in Sephora, we made our way home.

Climbing the five flights of stairs was quite painful, made easier only by Allegra’s funny comments (as Lily passed me at the end, she said, in her best commentator voice, “and Max Verstappen overtakes Leclerc!”), and so upon entry in the flat, I flopped on the sofa, never to move again.

Our entrance was punctuated by laughter once more thanks to Allegra: as we walked in, Lily commented that it smelt like mange toutes, and Leg replied, “mange my toute” which we found hilarious.

But then calmness fell, and Lily tested out her eyeliner on her hand as we discussed our sister tattoo that we plan on getting one day. She then showed us what we had written, Olivia and I said “awww”, Allegra said “I love my stinks?” and we all laughed again. Lily had obviously written sisters, not stinks.

Lily then said, “that’s a good idea for our tattoo”, and the other of us chorused, “what, I love my stinks?” to more general hilarity, but apparently Lily meant the little women quote written on the back of the fancy edition she bought for Allegra. To clarify, “I could never love anyone as I love my sisters”. Idk if that’s a good idea because it is rather long. Anyway.

Lil and I then played some Swift Alert games (free on every 13th of the month), immediately failed due to a foolish mistake (in my haste I put Sparks Fly, not Electric Touch, a rookie mistake) and then we watched some Ted Lasso as we enjoyed dad’s pasta.

He said, “we didn’t have pesto, so I really did my best”, then looked around with a smirk. No melancholy sigh, but it was implied as we all grudgingly congratulated Dad on a meal well made.

I migrated to the floor due to the staggering discomfort of Lily’s sofa, and promptly fell asleep. And did not wake up to write my blog.

And so this is where we pause our trek up Mount Olympus, folks.
Debate of the day: eight minute power naps: acceptable or not?
Bye family!!!Leggi altro