Hiding out at mom's. So to speak. She has air conditioning, I do not.
Mom was talking with sister about going to see a musical at the local theater. Sister screwed up her nose to it, said she refused to see anything that Sophia the Wannabe Socialite is in.
Me-:"She back in town? Thought she moved to Toronto?"
Mom-:"She's back for this play. Thought it would be nice."
Sister-:"I don't want to talk about it. Don't want to think about it." she gestured with her hand in a dismissive motion. "She's gone crazy. Like crazy crazy."
Me-:"She was crazy before she left."
Mom-:"Yeah but she's really turned out crazy. It's the group she's with."
Sister-:"Doesn't know what she wants, who she wants to be, or what she wants to be you know. Depends on the group she's hooked in with."
Me-:"That's rough man. But, totally for the better. Your friendship ending. Better for you man."
Sister-:"Man. Man. Okay man." she leaned towards me with wide eyes laughing. "Have you been watching Hunter S. Thompson movies again...man?" she laughed.
Me-:"Reading actually. Totally man, don't take any guff from those rat bastards! Fiends, Swine!" I said in my best impression of Johnny Depp via Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
Sister-:"I actually liked Bill Murray in Where the Buffalo Roam. One of his better ones."
Mom-:"Now you both lost me."
Me-:"You say that like it's a bad thing?"