Family Matters (or does it?)

I've just got back from dropping my cousin off at the station. She's been here since Thursday night. Here's some observations and anecdotes of my last 93 hours.

*We perhaps had left a little too little time to get to the train. So I worked out that I had about enough money left to get her a taxi. However, not enough to afford the call-out fee to get it to come to the house. So I grabbed her bag (which weighed about the same as I do) and carried it down to the junction to try and flag down a cab.

No taxi came.

No bus came.

We started heaving this damn bag up the hill. We managed to get a bus for one stop, just to save time, then I got to carry the bag up the rest of the hill myself. We got to the flat road to the station, and J. said "Oh look, the bag has wheels!"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

Silly me, assuming she'd have known whether it did or not. So I dragged this thing to the station, down the stairs, along the way, down some more stairs, then all the way along the platform. She was kind enough to lift it onto the train, though.

I can't raise my arms any more.
*sigh*

*A lot of the weekend was about shopping. We eventually accepted that we weren't going to agree on anything, fashion-wise. For example:
Me: A black hoodie with zips and striped bits, studded black cotton sleeve-things, black t-shirts with skulls on and black rubber bangles.
Her: A gold handbag, brown leather high heels, gold coloured jewellery with pink glittery bits and a gold belt.

She also said I looked like a man. Yay.

*She got really quite drunk last night. It was funny (mostly).
Best bits included:
(J.) "That's a logical anatomy. No. Wait. That's a logical anthology. Well, I know it's not biology. Anatomy, that's biology. It must be anthology. It's definitely an 'an' word..."

(Me, at home, as she started to fall over) "Don't crack your..."
*crash*
(Me, sighing) "...head"

I should also apologise to both Chuck and Chary. Sorry for letting her ramble at you, guys.

*After I dropped her off at the station, I was mooching along the road, and I suddenly realised I'd reverted to my teenage years. Big clumpy boots, stripy socks, cropped black pirate trousers, my *ahem* Pokemon t-shirt, a big armful of black rubber bangles... Big bag full of junk, and earphones in. When I got home and looked in the mirror, I realised I pretty much look the same as when I was 15 or 16.
Damn. When will I grow up?