All Important Vacation Time
Renee and I are finally going to get some much needed vacation this weekend. Going to New York City to spend three days wandering aimlessly around.
This trip has been in the works since about September. We initially planned on a day trip, but when I called up my step grandparents who live in the city to see if they wanted to get together for lunch while we were there, they were pretty insistent we stay at their place so we can make a weekend of it as opposed to just a day. I hadn't expected this considering I'd heard my father complaining not long ago that the two of them were clearly trying to hint that my father and family find other accommodations when they come to visit from now on - but then again, there is a huge difference between just me and my girlfriend staying two days, and my father, his wife and their two not so little anymore children who aren't generally well behaved and likely have some pretty bad emotional problems (not that their parents see it that way, but they would be about the only ones), needing to stay for a week in an apartment that doesn't really have the space and is not set up for children (they have an extra room they had allowed my father to use in the past, now after who knows how many years they decide they'd like to actually utilize the room for themselves and consider it an unnecessary pain to have to clear it out again every time there is a visit, especially when my father could easily afford a hotel whether he wants to acknowledge this or not; I know the nerve of them, but this wouldn't be the first time my father just didn't get it, especially when it comes to something he wants to do being messed up for him). And I can't really argue with the offer, a weekend is better than a day and I haven't seen the two of them since my sister got married almost two years ago now, I may hold my step mother in low esteem but I do like her family just fine.
Trying to find a good weekend was a little hard going, always something coming up on either our end or theirs (they do a lot of traveling, it can be difficult to catch them at home sometimes), and we put it on hold over the winter because that's not a time I do a lot of going out and doing things, being my down season. This ended up working in our favor, since between then and now we've become aware of the Bolt Bus service, which cut the cost of our trip in half (little more than half, actually).
This really could not have come at a better time. With all the stress going on in our not to distant past, we could both stand to get out of the city even just for a little while.
There is also the slight possibility my mother could be coming to visit first week of August. She's got vacation time she's got to take, and she's one of those psychopaths that actually loves the sweltering, ninety-plus degree summer time weather, so this is when she would take that. She's not completely decided on that yet, still waffling on it. You see, unlike me, my mother is very sheltered, never really went anywhere or did anything in her life, so the idea of getting on a train/plane by herself and traveling to a foreign city (or even just a city period, they scare her; some of you may remember the first time I went home for Christmas when she flat out refused to drive into Boston to pick me up and I had to petition another family member to do it) is kind of a frightening thing. On the one hand she seems interested in seeing where I live, on the other hand she can come up with a million excuses why it might not be such a good idea, and those excuses run the gamut from understandable concerns to utter lunacy (my personal favorite so far being the statement about having to sleep in the living room with my "wild cats" having access to her, like I got a couple of cougars lurking in the shadows ready to take a bite out of your foot the second your eyes close; its not as though she's never had cats before, or never had cats that wanted to sleep with her, so I don't know what the fuck this is supposed to mean).
I try to remind her that I'm planning to relocate across the country, hopefully in a year or less but probably not much longer than that, and when this happens I'll not be coming back home to visit, not for a good long time anyway. I don't know, but she'll have to make up her mind in the next couple of days, we'll see (I was pessimistic on the chances once, after our last conversation I think it could go either way).
Should be interesting anyway.
This trip has been in the works since about September. We initially planned on a day trip, but when I called up my step grandparents who live in the city to see if they wanted to get together for lunch while we were there, they were pretty insistent we stay at their place so we can make a weekend of it as opposed to just a day. I hadn't expected this considering I'd heard my father complaining not long ago that the two of them were clearly trying to hint that my father and family find other accommodations when they come to visit from now on - but then again, there is a huge difference between just me and my girlfriend staying two days, and my father, his wife and their two not so little anymore children who aren't generally well behaved and likely have some pretty bad emotional problems (not that their parents see it that way, but they would be about the only ones), needing to stay for a week in an apartment that doesn't really have the space and is not set up for children (they have an extra room they had allowed my father to use in the past, now after who knows how many years they decide they'd like to actually utilize the room for themselves and consider it an unnecessary pain to have to clear it out again every time there is a visit, especially when my father could easily afford a hotel whether he wants to acknowledge this or not; I know the nerve of them, but this wouldn't be the first time my father just didn't get it, especially when it comes to something he wants to do being messed up for him). And I can't really argue with the offer, a weekend is better than a day and I haven't seen the two of them since my sister got married almost two years ago now, I may hold my step mother in low esteem but I do like her family just fine.
Trying to find a good weekend was a little hard going, always something coming up on either our end or theirs (they do a lot of traveling, it can be difficult to catch them at home sometimes), and we put it on hold over the winter because that's not a time I do a lot of going out and doing things, being my down season. This ended up working in our favor, since between then and now we've become aware of the Bolt Bus service, which cut the cost of our trip in half (little more than half, actually).
This really could not have come at a better time. With all the stress going on in our not to distant past, we could both stand to get out of the city even just for a little while.
There is also the slight possibility my mother could be coming to visit first week of August. She's got vacation time she's got to take, and she's one of those psychopaths that actually loves the sweltering, ninety-plus degree summer time weather, so this is when she would take that. She's not completely decided on that yet, still waffling on it. You see, unlike me, my mother is very sheltered, never really went anywhere or did anything in her life, so the idea of getting on a train/plane by herself and traveling to a foreign city (or even just a city period, they scare her; some of you may remember the first time I went home for Christmas when she flat out refused to drive into Boston to pick me up and I had to petition another family member to do it) is kind of a frightening thing. On the one hand she seems interested in seeing where I live, on the other hand she can come up with a million excuses why it might not be such a good idea, and those excuses run the gamut from understandable concerns to utter lunacy (my personal favorite so far being the statement about having to sleep in the living room with my "wild cats" having access to her, like I got a couple of cougars lurking in the shadows ready to take a bite out of your foot the second your eyes close; its not as though she's never had cats before, or never had cats that wanted to sleep with her, so I don't know what the fuck this is supposed to mean).
I try to remind her that I'm planning to relocate across the country, hopefully in a year or less but probably not much longer than that, and when this happens I'll not be coming back home to visit, not for a good long time anyway. I don't know, but she'll have to make up her mind in the next couple of days, we'll see (I was pessimistic on the chances once, after our last conversation I think it could go either way).
Should be interesting anyway.