This weekend I got out of Iowa and headed down to Florida. You're probably jealous (at least those of you that don't live in exotic locales.) Unfortunately, this was a family vacation. My parents, my brother and his wife, and myself, all together for three wonderful days in Florida. Usually, my sister is the element that keeps me sane with my fam, but this weekend it was sans sister, because she was on call.
Apart from minor altercations with the parents, though, everything went surprisingly well. The only lecturing I got was whenever I had an alcoholic beverage (thanks, Mom & Dad, but I can handle having a glass of wine with dinner.) For the most part, my parents didn't try to get us up painfully early in the morning, like they usually do. I dont' know about the rest of you, but when I'm on vacation, I have a personal rule to not get up earlier than I have to when not on vacation. My parents, however, don't seem to have this rule. I can remember many instances of being woken up at 5 a.m. (after a fitful night of sleep, trying to tune out my parents' window-rattling snoring) and being dragged off to see some exciting shopping areas or somesuch. This time, however, it was pretty relaxed. Although we didn't get a day to just lay out and relax, as I would have liked, there was no pre-dawn departures planned.
I would have been thoroughly confused at getting along so well with my parents if the trip hadn't ended on a slightly sour note. As a little special treat and pampering for my hellish past two semesters, my parents got me a first-class ticket to Florida. I loved every minute of it. Great service, decent food, and, of course, free alcohol. The last sour note was my departure at the airport when each of my parents admonished me for several minutes about not drinking too much on the plane, to which I finally exploded and rabidly declared that I never wanted to hear another word on the subject again. I don't think they really got the message, though. My parents are always the type to harp on the same subject over and over until you feel like doing the exact opposite just because you've heard so much about it.
I just hope the next family vacation won't be for a long time. I can handle my siblings, but I think the time limit for getting along with my parents is about 24 hours, tops.
While you were in Florida, I was in Iowa City visiting family. I think you missed the three days of great weather Iowa gets once a year.
by MrBlank at May 28, 2002 12:46 PM
Snaggle is better than MG because he has less of that annoying twenty-something angst. I mean, at least Snaggle is smiling in his picture.
Snaggle knows what's going on. If you post your picture on the INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY, you should smile.
by Mill Burray at May 31, 2002 9:16 AM