February 16, 2001

I mentioned before that I can't stand my sister's boyfriend, right? That he's the moral police, the non-swearer, the non-drinker, the non-fun person? Well, sit back and listen to this little story.

My sister, a pop-star wannabe, ask him if she called a certain talk show to be guests, would he agree to go on the show with her? The show's topic in question was, "I'm engaged but I want one more last fling". He agreed he would go if they called, since he didn't think they would call.

So of course they did call. They asked them to FedEx pictures of themselves so they could determine if they were camera-friendly. The boyfriend went along with it, helping my sister pick out the right pictures. The producer of the show called at least four times a day, confirming the plans. My sister got J in on it too-- she told the producer she had a crush on him, and they would fly him to New York and be on the show as well. So, the three of them would get free airfare to New York, stay in a fancy hotel in Manhattan, be on the talk show, and get an allowance to buy food while there.

Her boyfriend backed out.

He said he didn't feel "right" about it. He didn't feel "comfortable" lying. This is after he agreed to do it. It dawned on him that it was real, actually happening, and he couldn't go through with it.

My sister has been on the phone with him, the show's producer, and J all morning, trying to figure this out. J and my sister are furious, but my sister hasn't actually snapped yet and yelled at her boyfriend. If S ever pulled that on me, I would be hoarse from screaming my fucking head off.

Anyway. Maybe he'll come around by tonight. I told you I didn't like him.