February 13, 2009
A party.
I’m going to a party. Great. I was going to skip it, but I just read Liza’s post, and it sounds like she wants to go, so now I have to go. Just great. Usually, I avoid the party scene, but it’s a new town. Might as well check out one new thing for the month or so I’m here. And evenwhen I do go, I never take Liza–not because I’m afraid of what people will think when I drag around my baby sister, but because high-school parties, American or Japanese or otherwise, tend to be wild affairs.
She would end up in the hospital again, I jsut know it. She has the bad luck of Kaa-san and the stubborness of Oto-sama. And she’ll never be serious about her limits, and neither will Kaa-san, so I have to be the sensible one and keep her from walking in front of a car or falling off a roof or whatever she manages to do to herself.
Kaa-san thinks it’s a good idea for her to get around more.
Kaa-san may be right, but this party is not the right time to encourage it.
